But he still cared.He couldn’t let her know how it hurt him inside, though. He knew this had been a difficult decision for her too. He knew that, so...ewhere inside her, there was the wish that this hadn’t happened ... that she hadn’t run into Bobby Dalton ... and that he hadn’t complicated her career. He didn’t want to fan that hopefully small coal of resentment and chance it setting something aflame that would remove forever the possibility that he would see Misty ... and their child. "She sat on a stool beside a nice-looking young man, ordered a beer, drank it down, and ordered another, along with a bowl of roasted peanuts, a lentil curry, and flatbread. She talked to the young man sitting beside her while she ate. He was English, just out of a university where he had studied Swahili and East African language and culture. He was polite to a fault. She almost kicked him when, on being introduced, he called her "ma'am." What's your name?" she asked him as she downed the last. About that time, the second lady who by the way was named Jacki said, you know this shoot could take more than an hour and asked if that was okay with me and I said it was fine. Then she said, “You know, my place is just down the street and perfect for the shoot” Sue agreed and said we should just go over there now and let me see what I would be working in. I couldn’t refuse, then she asked if I have my camera gear and I told her I always keep it ready and with me with my lights too! We all. .. and this last batch of girls weren't typical street waifs ... there were honors students from class families in the bunch. Wild girls ... but wild girls with loving families.This was going to be the last ... and there wasn't going to be anyone left alive. Already the news was filtering up stream. There were BIG money, BIG influence people involved in this. If that boat gets off the bottom and into the hands of law enforcement ... federal law enforcement ... the shit is going to hit the fan.