You got a problem with that?I didn't think so.Well, it didn't take long before a vehicle pulled up behind us, red lights flashing."License and registr...tion, please."He was tall and slim and kind of cute. Monica handed him the documents."Miss, do you know this is a restricted area? What are you doing here?" My dad works here, officer. We're back from a game earlier this evening and we were just going to say 'hi' to him, but I called him on my cell just now and he didn't answer, so maybe he's in. Now are you going to help me carry some of this ammo?"She delivers a common phrase I recognize, "I would prefer not to."I inform her that I know the source of her quote, "Yeah, I've read Herman Melville's Bartleby the Scribner many times. I can't believe you of all people would fall back to Bartleby's defense just because you've obviously lost the real argument.I continue and tease, "I rest my case: You are a crunchy granola, hippy chick."For once she's quiet and I wonder if I have offended. While she stood behind the door, I could see her nude body in the mirror from the side, her breasts glistening with water, her ass curving perfectly and her dark patch of pubic hair clearly visible as water droplets clung to them, not wanting to leave. I stood transfixed and rooted to the spot, as shanti then reached out and gave me the purse, not realizing how she had inadvertently exposed her raw sex appeal. I took the purse, shaken completely by this innocent display and walked to the door.. She definitely recognized that scent. It was Stetson! Something else seemed familiar, too. She remembered when she had danced with Dan. How he had been just the perfect height for her to snuggle her face against his chest as they danced. The same way she was doing right now. "Oh my god," Roxanna realized, "it's him!" Somehow Roxanna and Dan kept running into each other. Roxanna thought this was getting weird! She got scared, and she briskly walked away. Later that day, Roxanna mentally kicked.