She barely took notice of the field reports she was collecting from the faxmachine every day, including those filed by reporter Jan Stone. She proofed...he flood of reports quickly, looking for typos, paying little or no attentionto content, and passed them on to the executive publisher, Karen Lacross. Inhindsight she wished she had been less starry eyed and more observant. JanStone had a reputation for being a firebrand investigative reporter who specializedin uncovering governmental corruption.. I just stared at the screen some more as the words refused to flow anywhere near the screen. I watched the mom as well as she waited for the ancient computer to boot through the long routine that was required of it. She smiled at me, again. It was the type of smile that I learned to be afraid of as a kid. That radar that tells a mother just what is going on in her child's mind. Or any child's mind.Too bad all men are somewhere still children.I adjusted the screen away from her and continued to. I have always liked to sleep outside when I can so I made sure that I had something that could accommodate me when I had the cabin built.” I explained. Her smile beamed at me and she ran from my arms to the deck and went over to check it out. She went over and opened the screened section and looked around. Rustic log framed bed with night stands all facing the lake. The roof was clear glass so I could see the moon and stars while in bed. As I entered the room she turned and jumped into my arms. Her feet were so soft and they had perfect arches. I started to rub the arches of her feet and I could tell she was liking I I slowly worked up her foot, I got her toes and by then it was just me and her in the living room and when I was done with her right foot I kissed the top of her big toe, she didn't do anything. So I moved to the left foot and about half way through she fell asleep and I just continued masaging her foot then when I was sure she was totally asleep I pulled my pants down.