I’m tired. We must sleep.” “NO! Tell me a story! Now!” I nearly snapped. I was snoozing in peace until this “42-year-old” decided to act l...ke a kindergartner after snack time. It wasn’t in me to release a thunderous fart and point to the door. Instead I was nice. “Okay, fine,” I began. “Once there was this guy…and…and he went to sleep.” She shook me. “No! No! No! Tell me a real story!” “Sorry, sweetie, that’s all I got.” I sensed her give up, and I heard her turn over violently and sigh in. We see the outside of you andhear your carefully edited words. Inside you compare, analyze, discusseverything in your life. Outside, you play the careful role of whicheverinner womanis at the controls at the moment. Your closest friend or most intense loverdoes not really hear or understand your endlessinner thoughts, feelings, anddialogues. One of the reasons you are so interesting is that no one, includingyou,know which inner woman will get control of your body next, much lesshave aclue. Tim's stateroom was small, like most of them are, the bed and a single chair were the only furniture. I sat in the chair, Tim grabbed his phone and sat on the bed. Julie nestled into his lap. "Don't you want to sit on the bed?" he asked."It'll be easier to see your phone this way silly."Julie wrapped Tim’s big arms around her torso so she could easily see his phone. He showed her some of his work, the typical stuff, and then Julie asked. "What's in that folder?"Tim got a little red, "Those are. He had a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned striped blue and white dress shirt over it wearing cargo tannish cargo short and tennis shoes. The white man seemed overly comfortable on the cot.He laid there for a good five minutes when he heard a noise coming from the far end of the room. He lifted his head seeing a sheet of paper being printed.The girl, Hilary, told the piece of paper putting on a pair of confined black plastic glasses. Hilary had a small nose and almost puffy looking cheeks but.