. so ready for full disclosure. Suddenly I had lost my nerve."Oh, Honey," I said meekly, "it's really complicated." Seriously? Mom, you just told me w... were going to be totally honest with each other." You're right, Meg. You're right. It's just that it's not as simple as a yes or no answer." What does that mean, Mom?" Ugh... ," I grunted. "I ... this isn't easy, Megan." I understand," she replied. "How about if you tell me what happened a little at a time. Can you do that?" Worth a try, I. Thanks.”Patrick unbuckled, opened the door and climbed down. It was hot, at least 35 [95F]. He walked towards the two utes.“Are you Patrick?”“Yes. Patrick Hollister.”“I am Archy. I speak for this group.” He waved an arm.“Roy told me you are not happy. Speak. Perhaps I can help.”“Sit by our fire.”Patrick walked with them off the tarmac several metres. A group of tins and baulks had been placed in an arc.“You know the National Parks and Wildlife Service?” Patrick nodded. “They say ‘A range of. I walked her into the large, marble floored shower."And who's going to wash your butt and make sure every single drop of blue and red and yellow paint is removed from your beautiful body?" I asked as I turned on the water."I'm your mother." But her words were a statement, not a rejection."No, you're Mrs. Bonnie Tyler, a poor neglected professor's wife who's decided to give a remedial course in body painting to one of her husband's engineering students," I answered as I started to lather up. On the island, she had figured it only fair to allow the girls this little bit of pleasure. As a result, they were a lot more compliant and devoted than she ever was as a girl. She would have loved to have had the same relationship with her own father, although the idea of doing that never occurred to her then. She wondered why it hadn't.Later, Allison suggested she order a limousine to take them all on a tour of the city, but Amy pointed out that getting processed through the airport would.