I replied:I: Sorry, the girl is so cute and she was smiling so could resist clicking her pictures.Lady: I am her mom and you should not do things like...this without the parent’s permission.I: I am sorry again Ma’am (as I didn’t know her name). I just couldn’t stop myself.Lady: She is cute, I agree. But I don’t want you to take her pictures. Delete them now.Being a photographer, I didn’t want them to be deleted.I: ma’am, I want you to look at these once, if you like them, I will give it to you. He was wearing exploration gear that consisted of pants with multiple pockets and a short-sleeved elemental shirt. Commander T'Pol was wearing a Vulcan version of the same outfit. It had far fewer pockets and was much tighter fitting, but it served the same purpose of protecting one from the sun, wind and rain. The brown outfit did an fantastic job of showing off T'Pol's curves which just made Christopher even more nervous around her. Her hair was cut short in the Vulcan style and her face. "In my situation, trust has been hard to come by.I feel like I can trust you Jack, and I want to trust you."Just then Alex began to cry in the back seat. Ann turned to look at thetoddler in his seat. "OK Honey, you need a diaper change?" Then turningback around, she said, "I think we need to stop at the next opportunityBabe." OK, we got a couple more miles to go then."Ann took Alex to the ladies room at the rest stop. Dressed in a denimskirt and a cute t-shirt with the diaper bag slung on. A ripple went through me, raising every bit of pressure in my body to the breaking point and pushing it straight over the edge. Inside of me, I felt the same happen to him. Wave after wave he shot into me, then he collapsed his full weight onto me, his arms failing him. His pants were heavy in my ear, just as mine were in his. My legs stayed around him, still not willing to let him go as he planted kisses along my collarbone. Oh… uh…. oh… We both fought to get our breathing under control..