I bided my time reading the Post. She emerged from the room with her parents exactly fifteen minutes later. Her eyes were puffy and red, and so were h...r mother's. When she opened the passenger side door, her father bent over to look into my face."Thank you, Mr. Dresdner. We really appreciate your help."Dolores buckled up and her father closed the door from outside. I had backed out and was driving away before she talked."I'd like to go with them if that's all right." We'll get things organized. She stood to leave a little more quickly than normal. ‘Sarah.’ ‘Yes Sir.’ ‘Is something wrong?’ ‘It’s nothing Sir, I’m fine.’ She left to put the memory card through the ‘voice to text’ transcription thing on her computer. I looked through the glass partition at her going about her work and, just to prove that I’m not an insensitive slob, I noticed something about her demeanor that wasn’t right. Sarah was always so bright and chatty, especially on Monday mornings, regaling me with tales of her. I felt a fire building inside as I fingered both the nub and inside myself. I thrashed in the hay building higher as I played and finally I lashed out in spasms so wonderful. Rocking my hips upwards I was overcome with release. As I lay there semiconscious I heard papa run out of the barn and into the house. That night I prayed for papa to touch me or to die.''The next day at school my best friend noticed that I was relaxed, calm and seemed to be at peace with the world and she asked if I. “You can pay for any of your errors without it costing you a penny, so long as you have a good attitude to our customers. They are the most important people here. Come and let me show you round.” Clyde led Jean into the restaurant. It was busy. The only thing making it a little different from the average restaurant was that there was more than the usual number of single male diners. Their next stop was the kitchen, where two women chefs were working hard. So far everything was completely.