I decided black would be fine."Listen," Marty said. "I know you're fucking my daughter."Guy doesn't beat around the bush!"Actually, sir -- Annette and...I are -- just beginning a -- uh -- relationship." You're not fucking my daughter?" Well, I --" You take her out to some fucking motel on the fucking Interstate, and you spend the fucking night with her there, and she calls her mother at 2:30 in the fucking morning to let her know she won't be home. --But you're not fucking her. Right!" Marty --. So ... what's wrong?"She shook her head. "Nothing, Sir. I'm just a little tired I guess." Sir? Since when did I become Sir?"She looked up at me and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. I got up and walked to my door, closing it before returning to my desk."Talk to me, Siobhan. What happened yesterday afternoon. That's what this is about, isn't it?" I was taking a quick guess but her reaction and the look on her face told me I'd hit the bullseye."He ... he ... didn't believe your performance. He looks back to where she's still standing and sees her shaking her head no adamantly. He sighs thinking he must have misunderstood her so he gets back up and steps over to where she's just staring at the water flowing into the claw-footed tub, "Didn't you say you wanted a bath?" "bath" the tone of her voice firm as she continually shakes her head no at the tub. "I don't understand Micheal. You said you wanted a bath but you keep shaking your head no at the tub." A light bulb goes on over his. And into Virginia. From 4:00 pm on is fun time again through Virginia. Lots of road flashing, no heavy action though. Rest stops in Virginia are great, cars and trucks have their own separate space just like in any other state, but from Virginia all the way down to Georgia are much closer together. Flashing continued and every occasional stop for gas brought the service station attendant over to my side to take the credit card or currency from hubby's hand across the passenger's side window.