"I was thinking of something else, actually."Brenda smiled, beamed actually, then turned coquettish, tilting her head to the side, flirting with Laura... "Really? I was hoping you'd say that." She crooked her finger, beckoning. "Follow me."Laura followed her up the stairs. The only thing that made her uneasy were how bright and full of sunshine the house was, and how many windows it had. Gosh, everyone will know what we're doing, she thought.But she followed Brenda into a beautiful bedroom where. In case it backfired. As I exited the bathroom in my robe I strolled down the hallway, passing his room. I gave him my typical motherly smile as I passed by. With his head slightly lowered possessing a slight grin,...he smiled back at me. ' Today is laundry day Michael,... please gather your things okay? '... I said as I strolled into our bedroom. As I began to dress in the bedroom I pondered on what to wear. I knew I wanted to keep him interested, so I knew I had to at least discard. There’s no other logical way to explain this whole mess, is there? And I guess that means I’m officially crazy, doesn’t it?”I can tell she’s already starting to get agitated, and that’s exactly what I’m hoping for. I hate using her like this, but without convincing visual evidence, we’re going to have one helluva time proving our case.I patted her hand sympathetically and replied, “No, there isn’t any other way, and crazy isn’t the right word. Those boys in Dagmar’s diary can’t be made up, can. .. The situation is dire... The aft shields arefailing... the "Captain" is in a foetal position on the deck, his trouserssoaked with urine... Close-up of Sulu's sweating, desperate face... Thebridge elevator hisses open, and he looks over his shoulder...Captain Janice Lester strides onto the bridge in a her gold mini-dress,like a supermodel coming down the catwalk... It's her world, and she ownsit... High heels click on the deck plates... She snaps confident orders ina cool contralto, and the.