“Just the facts, Ma’am.” I deadpanned.“Look at the puddle on the bed! You’re going to have laundry to do, Mister!”“I’d better pull the...stuff off the bed now. I can toss it in the wash later.” I started taking the bedclothes off.“Let me help.” Loren pitched in and we made sort work of pulling the bed apart down to the mattress.”“Uh oh, Tommy. We puddled it down to the mattress!” Loren sounded astonished.“No big deal. I’ll scrub it with a brush and hit it with Febreze. It’s a spare bed anyhow. It. She often had to wear outfits such as this and as instructed by the halfway house shrink, “This will get you out of your shell girl.” she would be told repeatedly."Real scorcher isn't it?" George spoke, his words offering nothing more than the last four times he already said the same thing. In truth he was only speaking so to look at her for longer than was necessary but as she responded with nothing more than a shrug each time, the car once again fell into silence.Leaning her head against the. As she held her, she gently stroked the woman's head and shoulders.For Joyce Collier it was an utterly unbelievable experience. It was as if this beautiful young woman was literally wiping away the hurt, the fear, and the remorse with her finger tips. When she raised her head and looked at Bobbie, her eyes were wide as she breathed, "Who are you? You aren't human. You must be an angel come to earth!"Instead of replying, Bobbie turned the woman's head, placed her lips on hers and poured out her. She took me back to her place. I ran my hands through her hair. And then her wig fell off. And I realised that she was completly bald."Bob replied. "Thanks, I really needed a confidence booster like that."The cab driver replied. "Just give her hair a tug early on, so you don't waste the whole day."Bob said. "I'll remember that."Then the cab driver said. "Were here, go get her tiger."Bob said thanks. "Keep the change and buy your girl a new wig."The cab driver said. "Thanks and good luck.