." Exie descended into a technicaldiscussion that was way over Dana's head. He nodded and smiled as sherattled on; the other three seemed to be doing ...he same, also taking theopportunity to drink more or to swipe some of Exie's neglected tiramisu."... and so that's how it's delivered without any, like, 'actionable'paper trail tracing back to the printer or the purchaser." Exie took adeep breath. "Pretty fucking cool, right?" Uhhhh, yeah, yeah, sure! But... I was actually wondering more. In recesses of Veronica’s distraught brain the arm of the turntable was still swinging over the rotating black vinyl disc. “Bridge Over Troubled Water” was about to play for the third time. The sad memories were from a long time ago. She let her wrinkled thin fingers trace the black marble with tenderness. Where she wondered was his name? The old woman knew she was close as her eyes examined the inscribed black slab of stone. Finally finding his name Ronnie dropped to her knobby knees. She was. I’m not a mind reader!”“I’ve never once complained!” Sandy protested.“There’s a difference between not complaining and wanting something to be different or better.”“I’m totally satisfied every time we fool around. I guess I should ask you the same question.”“I don’t think anything needs to change except having you in my bed at night again!”“Me, too! The Summer is going to positively suck!”“Nobody back home you’re interested in?”“Not really. We’ve been out of High School almost two years, and. As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, when I go for a swim at the local pool, I usually jump out of the pool, wrap a towel around my waist, throw on a t-shirt and drive home.When I got home from the pool, I thought I’d wash the chlorine off of me by jumping in the ocean, so I dropped my towel, walked out my back door and walked down the beach. There were a few people about but it wasn’t too busy and I didn’t think anyone was paying any attention to me. I jumped in, swam out the back behind.