After soaking in the warm bathwater for a while, the soreness was not near as bad. She actually felt better. Angela put the night, and everything that...had happened to her, out of her mind. She just wanted to forget that it ever happened and go on with her life. After getting dressed, she went into the kitchen. Her father was sitting at the table eating a snack.“Hi sleepy head,” Fred said, sounding and acting completely normal.“Hi dad,” Angela replied, beginning to wonder it the part about her. "You're welcome. And relax. You're doing fine."Then he turned to Sharon."So are you, Mom." Oh, no. I'm just a friend."Sharon hadn't worked a Saturday at the restaurant in several weeks."Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked Jocelyn. The dining room tablewas covered with paper, piles and piles of e-mails and other documents.She had a yellow legal pad on which she was making notes, and she keptall the documents in strict date order."Positive. You can't help me with this because even I am not. "When we get there, keep quiet and out of the way. The instructors don't really appreciate interruptions." O-kay," Lenore drew the word out. "I think I'll leave you to it, the Lieutenant wanted me to stay. Be careful with him, please?"Artesano was still laughing as he broke into a run to catch Lievano."This is pretty incredible," Shiplett said, from next to Lenore, in the pilothouse. Ahead of them, in the cool December day, Novotny was sunning himself on the foredeck, while Lieutenant Manasares. "Hey Amy, I really had a good time last night. It's great knowing you and Dad are so uninhibited. Kind of reminds me of what it was like when I was growing up." Oh! By the way, I hope I didn't upset you when I said good-bye last night." OH! No! You didn't," I replied.Then in my naiveté, I asked, "I bet nudists get touched like that all the time?" Well, only if you want to be touched, that's the rule," he said."Oh. I kind of liked it. Honest. It felt really nice," I giggled in response."What do.