Our house sat at the southern end of the Robledo Mountains facing North and South. The top of Picacho Peak was just visible over the base of the mount...ins in the background highlighted by the glow of lights from Las Cruces in the early evening light.Everything was perfect. Everything except the colors, which was what tipped me off that this was a dream. The picnic table looked burnt orange instead of fire engine red, the barbeque grill and outdoor kitchen area looked gray instead of midnight. Again, comfort was more important than style. We'd just finished cleaning up when the telephone rang. Amy said, "That must be Jeanne. Would you like to talk to her in private?" "No, she likes you. I'm sure she'll want to talk to the two of you too. If I feel like we need some privacy I'll tell you." Mel said, "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go sit in front of the fireplace." Mel picked up their telephone and turned on the speaker. As we walked into the living room Amy, Mel and I greeted. About eight o'clock, I went up to my bedroom and sat at my desk. I spotted Lucy at her desk, too. She looked up at me and waved, but she looked a bit nervous. We both sat working for about an hour. She must have looked up at me about thirty times, way more than usual. The tension got to me eventually and I left to have a shower to pass some time. When I got back Lucy's curtains were already closed and her light was out, almost an hour earlier than usual. My stomach turned, the time had come.. There was no handle and no keyhole. She was trapped! Julie stumbled aimlesslyaround the bare room. She was bursting for the toilet too. There was a drainin the corner - she HAD to go or wet herself! Somehow she managed to pull herpanties down to her knees and squatted with her skirt up. It burned when shepeed - she hadn't been for ages. But how long? Julie was hungry and thirsty.She eventually got her knickers up and hobbled back to the door. Almost toofrightened to make a noise, she began to.