.. naïve heart.”He knew which word she’d swallowed.“Why am I stupid?” he asked. She chuckled.“Sorry for that one. But you are naïve – an... blind. You have no clue.”She rose to her feet, rubbing the tears from her eyes with small, angry movements.“You know that most Bobs sleep in a dorm,” she said.He nodded.“I sleep with two other Barbs,” she went on. “Why do you think that is?”He hated it when people asked things like this while already knowing he had no answer.“You have no idea, do you?” she. Of course, I could have asked her at once, but I didn't expected to get the truth. So, I decided to find out the real truth in other ways, though I got a strange feeling that I might not like the answer.Lisa is very a gorgeous, tall, blond, Nordic beauty, mother of two children and she looks much younger than her 39 years. I was a rather average guy when I met Lisa at a dance. I was neither rich nor a famous sport star, not even a tough guy who had done army service in some special unit. I had. " I understand," she said."And out of your hell, we've come up with an investigative approach that we believe will prove fruitful." He opened the manila folder and removed an 8x10 photograph. He turned the photo so it faced the right direction for her to see it and set it on the table in front of her. "Do you recognize this man?"She gasped. "He's one of the men who murdered my parents, one of the men who raped me!"I laid my hand on hers to comfort her. I could feel her pulse. It was beating. We'll look at them and decidewhich ones we need," offered auntie. Mark then tried on each pair ofshoes. His feet were rough and callused, the penalty for years ofpoverty and want. "Like these ones a lot!" Mark exclaimed as he tried onthe pumps. "Well, I guess we can take them. I don't think it makes anydifference right now, does it?" said auntie. She paid for the shoes andthe nice lady boxed everything up.Mark was then drawn, as if by magic, to a window display. "Those are sopretty, auntie. I.