The question still plagues my mind. Why me? I look down at my body and all I know is, I’m not pretty, the scars make me sure of that, most are arou...d my shoulders above my breasts but some reach down to my breasts. I hate them, I wish I didn’t have them. I am not pretty, Pretty like the waitress at the club. I quickly wash and rinse my body and hair but the thoughts don’t leave. Should I ask? Will they tell me? Are they just being nice? All run through my head, ‘I’ll ask!’ I say to no one but. “Mel?”“Yes.”“You did it.”“Did what?”“Followed instructions.”“Who is this?”“The wet lieutenant. Communications officer.”Dripping with sarcasm, I said, “Very funny.”“The Captain needs to speak with you. Please wait.”A short pause.“Commander Collins here.” A male ... deep male voice said. “Are you missing any boats?”“Cassie ... go count the boats you can see.”“Are all the boats visible?” He has a great voice, I thought.“That’s a little more complicated, Commander, than running out on deck. We’ll. We planned a short weekend trip. Leaving mid-day on Friday, the plan was to drive up, spend Saturday off-roading and to see the sights, followed by our return home on Sunday.It was early April, the chill of winter quickly passing in preparation for the warmth of summer. Days were still fresh. Nights were cold and crisp under a clear Spring sky. Deciduous trees were bursting forth with green leaves; streams were flowing swiftly down their sharply carved ravines.After a hearty breakfast Saturday. He set down the touch pad and dug out another of the pink pills. He popped one in his mouth and started chewing.He was reaching for his touch pad when, much to his surprise, Sarah sat on his lap.“Wh...”“Still eating the pink pills, I see,” a familiar voice said from behind him.“Go away,” Dexter said finding that he couldn’t get up with Sarah on his lap.“No,” Janet replied.“Shit.”Janet said, “Don’t swear like that in front of your daughter.”“Fu...”His words were cut off when Sarah put her hand.