The remaining space on the paper was filled with a large number of children’s drawings in bright colors. I had to tip my head first to one side and ...hen to the other to look at the pictures because they were all drawn facing in towards the middle of the page. I had a mental image of the paper being laid out on the floor of the hall behind me. The children would’ve been lying around it on their stomachs, packed together in a row like sardines in a tin – except the row circled the paper with. I sat and read the email over and over. “Hey, do you remember me? Deb and I are doing great. I am no longer in the Army. I am submitting a literary piece for a web site and wondering if you would like to add to my story line. I am sending you my story and Deb’s story and am hopeful you won’t be too bashful in adding your story. Of course I will change the name to protect our identities.” I typed out a response. “Oh my gosh! This is quite a shocker to hear from you! Of course I remember you.. . .??Yeah, I know, they have locks on them. Take off everything you can, sweetie.??Yes, Ms Piston.?Charlie sat down and watched with amusement, as Angela fought to reach the buttons on the back of her dress. The buttons came loose one at a time. The buttons undone, Angela stepped out of her dress; followed by a wiggle out of her petticoats.?Nice corset,? Charlie said.?Thank you,? Angela replied. ?Aunt Sophia helped me put it on. It?s a little tight.?Angela?s waist was constricted into a tiny. Once he arrived at work, he found the bagel on his desk just as he expected. He took his coffee cup from the drawer, then to the break room to rinse it before filling it with bad coffee. Hilary enter their office space with a file in her hand. ‘I got the employment records for Ellie Smith. I looked them over. Now I want your opinion,’ Hilary said. ‘Sure why not,’ Roger agreed. After Hillary handed him the file he began reading it. According to the file Ellie was twenty five years old. Her.