Now let's go pick something nice for you." And weheaded to my room. "Let's start with a pair of those pretty crotchlesspanties again, you look so pret...y with them. Maybe the pink one's todayfor my little girl, and matching pink thigh high stocking with thelittle bows at the tops. Oh you do look delicious like this baby girl.And these pink ballet flats I got you will look adorable too. I amreally liking this little girl look on you, so no bra tonight. Lets trythis little ruffled blouse and this. After the phone call I decided it was time to find out what my trustee knew. With that in mind I finished the coffee reheat and then placed the call. They answered the phone with some pretentious asset management bullshit. "This is Sylvia Porter. You guys are supposed to be checking on a piece of property for me," I said."Ms Porter let me transfer you to your account manager," the receptionist said."Fine lets get to it," I replied."Mrs Porter, I Gerald I'm your account manager," he said."Fine. Finally, there was an utterly joyous 4th movement — the chorale — that was as happy as the 4th movement of Beethoven’s Ninth is stirring. And her conducting was utterly superb.After the intermission, Susan Dawson conducted her “Variations on Themes From Childhood”. It was the most beguiling work I’ve ever heard. I still don’t know how many children’s songs she wove together — eight? ten? I really don’t know — but the result was incredible. Even woven together, each maintained its identity, and. I was rested, leaner and trim, and even tanned a bit, but I seemingly hadn't resolved any of my personal issues yet. I still wasn't in the mood just yet to go back to work, and I was beginning to wonder if I really ever would be.My map showed that the most direct way to the coast was a road that hit Hwy 101 near Gold Beach, and not knowing any better, I took it, probably not ten minutes before the local Grants Pass Sheriff's department closed off the road for the winter. The road was bad as it.