”“Well, let’s enjoy it until they throw us out,” I returned with a laugh. Could we be so lucky as to have first class seats on the airplane an... a very expensive room?We walked over to the sliding doors leading to the patio and stepped outside. The warm tropical breeze enveloped us along with the smell of salt air. I turned to my mother and pulled her into my arms again. “Thanks for everything, Mom,” I said sincerely.“You earned the vacation,” she returned.“I don’t just mean the vacation. I mean. ’ ‘You certainly will. Come on then, let’s get it over with.’ Inside the bunker Brian had no thought of looking out of the windows at the thirty storey panoramic view across the Swan river. His attention was first focused on Mr Du Cann, the head of the agency. Impeccably dressed as always, down to the red carnation in his buttonhole, Du Cann was in a class of his own for smoothness and slicing people into fine slices with their own silly mistakes. It was strange for a man in his position to be. I was lying on my bed naked when Tara came into my room wearing a gown she stood in front of the mirror opened her gown and began looking at herself then enquired if the underwear she was wearing suited her, but l could see she was using the mirror to look at me stretched out on the bed. My sister sat on the edge of the bed, l enquired if she had a good night and before she began telling me how her night went Tara told me l should cover myself, l ignored her and said she was jealous because she. And alone.I pulled into a gas station and dropped a dime into a payphone. “Hello?...” “Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. Hey, sorry for calling so late - I’m driving through and the roads are bad. I just pulled into town and was going to get a room when I remembered what you said...if it's OK” “Of course,” she said. “Head over here. Webb Road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk. “Hello?.” “Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. The roads are bad and I’m just outside of GI. I was going to get a.