Julie was, by all accounts, tiny. I always got a smile watching a woman barely 5-feet tall wrestle with a full-size pickup. The meeting with Bebe and ...anni didn't flow as smoothly as they usually do. I guess my mind was elsewhere and it seemed theirs might be, too. We wrapped up a little before 11 and they asked me to accompany them to lunch.I agreed and we wound up a deli a few blocks away."It's time for a heart to heart," Bebe announced. "We both like Julie so please don't take this the wrong. Dying would be good: an end to all of the pain and emotional suffering.The odd thing: I felt lost and alone and empty, but I didn’t actually hate the two of them. Don’t know why; I should hate them shouldn’t I? They’d taken the last shred of hope that I might have been able to lay claim to and trampled it in the dirt. Money they’d offered me: talk about insults. Oh, and they’d allow me open visitation, but it was they allowing me; I’d have no rights that they didn’t approve of; their, his money. ” She smiled.Wow, amma must have been way hot when she was my age. So this was the place where all the magic happened. He thought.“Wow, that’s cool,” Sachin said with envy.“My turn now?” She asked.“Okay,” Sachin answered.“Mrs. Radhika said that you’re doing a lot of daydreaming in class. Be honest…in these daydreams…are you and I making love?” She asked softly, her big brown eyes gleaming down at her baby boy.“Err yes amma,” Sachin muttered.Ohh, just like I thought…he’s dreaming of making love. The third lady in our group was Gina Urich. Gina was somewhere between Greta and Kelli in height with blonde hair and very light blue eyes. Her Husband Wyatt helped me load my pack in the back of the van. He was about six feet tall with jet black hair and brown eyes. His hair and nose suggested some Native American ancestry, or maybe Middle Eastern. It was always easy to make assumptions based on physical stereotypes. Our other two adventurers were Sid Simpson and his partner Ryan Thedescu. Sid.