I went around and entered into the kitchen. She was pouring me tea as I entered and had some little sweet cakes sitting beside the cup. "Daddy, these ...re scrumptious."I had never heard the girls say scrumptious and it struck me as funny. When I stopped laughing Marie said, "Why are you laughing? Mrs. Brown said they are and I think they are too." It's just that I hadn't heard that word for many, many years."It was Mrs. Brown's turn to laugh. "That kind of dates me doesn't it? It is a word not. "When will I see you again?" I asked."I don't know if I WILL see you again. I'm scheduled off for the next two days. You're getting better. They should let you go home any day now."I heard the sadness in her voice as she whispered in my ear. I wanted to raise my arms and hug her tightly to me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to face the fact that she was leaving. I didn't want to touch her and discover that she didn't feel the same way I did. I had had too much rejection in. "There's a hot little bitch over there, go and get a feel before she gets off."The trip had taken about 30 minutes and as we approached our station, Brenda made her way over to me. She looked a little flushed as she said "It's certainly packed in here." I agreed that it was and we got off and went off to work. During the 10 minute walk to where we parted company, (we work in opposite buildings) she made no mention of what had happened, nothing about the men interfering with her. We met for. Dave persisted in his desire to see me braless and wearing revealing clothes. He also continued to take pictures. We started using a Kodak camera, which required sending the film out to be developed. Sometimes we would get the pictures back in the mail and a couple would be missing. We thought that maybe they were overexposed (no pun intended) or something until we discovered that the negatives were included in the return packet. Dave told me that he thought whoever developed the film must have.