"This can't go on," said Carol, "you need professional help." A child psychologist won't do any good," I sniffled. "We couldn't tellhim what he'd need...to know to be able to help, that I'm not the littlegirl I appear to be. Tomorrow may be my fourth birthday, but I'm thirtyyears old." I hoped that after the funeral, things might improve for you."They hadn't. The funeral was four months ago. Carol and I been there,dressed all in black, as the body of Officer Ray Peralta was lowered intothe. And you?” Let’s talk. Better yet, why don’t you take me to lunch so we can have a really long talk? But he wasn’t telepathic.“Pleasant, if a little hot. Can’t say that Chicago climate doesn’t give you variety, sometimes it’s too hot, sometimes too cold, and sometimes too wet.”“And your luck on the baby front?” Bill was notoriously fond of kids, the younger the better. He walked babies in the back of the church when they got restless and their parents wanted a little break.“The Bells are awfully. Victor's heart was beating fast and furious. Victor's mind was not functioning very well. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders as it to say ' Sure, no big deal ... if you want to see.' He pulled down his pants' zipper, reached in tugging his underpants down and out of the way, then grabbed his cock and balls and pulled them out the fly opening and into plain sight.The senior girls acted so fast, victor didn't know what hit him until it was too late. Laurie yanked him away from his locker enough. "I sure as hell hope we get those tickets if I go through all this," Imoaned."You'll be great! I know you will, I'll help see to it," Sara crawledback off my lap. "I'll get dinner ready, you just sit and relax." Shehanded me the remote for the TV and scampered toward the kitchen."Dear Lord, what have I gotten into?"* - * - *I got home Thursday night. The day at the office had erased from mymind what I was in for when I got home. I walked through the front doorto the wonderful aroma of meatloaf..