How embarrassing would that be?! Shoot. How did they even get the tape of me?" I couldn’t move. My eyes began to well with tears. I felt so exposed....Before I could continue my thoughts, my mother walked into the kitchen. “Who was on the phone?” she inquired. I quickly wiped away my tears and took a quick breath before I replied, “Just one of the neighbors again asking if we need anything. They’re so annoying.” She laughed as she took out several types of deli meats and placed them on the. "That looks wonderful on you, Tracy!" Ignoring the high price tag, Mrs. Campbell bought her daughter the dress with a credit card, and then carried the package as the mother-daughter pair went to visit the candy shop. Over sodas and cookies, Tracy learned about her mother in a way she had never been able to before. They talked about school, social life, Tracy's father, and the merits of living as a housewife. It seemed Tracy's mom loved her place, unlike many modern women, as a homemaker. It. This equipment was designed to look and/or listen to a target from a distance of up to one hundred yards. It was designed to record conversations and if vision was available, to video record these conversations. The occupants of the vehicle had become very interested in the conversations between myself and James, James and Guido and James and Paulo. While the initial reaction to my meeting with James had resulted in them deciding that I was merely an innocent party caught up in the operation. She let me borrow it for the trip.” They both slipped into the soft, leather seats and Jackie reached to start the engine. “Listen,” the professor said, “before we get going I need to find a gas station or somewhere that has a public washroom.” “Oh sure professor.” Now the trick was to engage him in conversation that would keep him interested and keep his mind off the fact that he had to pee long enough to be able to get on the expressway with out him realizing it. If she can do that there.