I'm afraid I have bad news. Miss Sellers' parents and uncle were killed in a head-on collision with a drunk driver earlier this morning near Warrensbu...g. Do you feel comfortable in informing her, or should I send a chaplain?" No, I can take care of it. Do you have a number where you can be reached?" I wrote the number down. "Yes, thank you sir; I'll be in touch."I handed the phone back to Mandy, who hung it up."What was that all about?" she asked. I took her hands in mine, trying to form the. With friends, it is often for coffee and catching up on gossip or ashopping trip. Whatever the reason for the get-together, it is alwaysfun.When I go by myself, it is definitely a time to be remembered fondly.Let me share one of those times with ya'all. It was towards the end of winter, down south, I had plans to attend anoperatic performance with dinner afterwards. When I am "Me", plans canalways change unexpectedly. Dinner afterwards was to be with a very goodfriend who was called out to. These seminars served to instruct the officers of a glorious tradition that dated back to the very first socialist republics at the dawn of the nuclear age, but also noted that the very similar regimes in the Soviet Union and National Socialist Germany were mere amateurs in totalitarianism compared to those of the third century Post Revolution. The most senior ranks were arraigned on the podium at the front. They were attired in the same tight-fitting silver suits that all officers wore, but. It was bright pink andhad the word 'CUTE' written across the front in looping red letters. Itended just above his navel. Below that were tiny cotton shorts, ofvivid yellow. There were flesh colored stockings on his hairless legsand then those heels, which were red and had rhinestones on their tops.Jen snickered and trailed her fingertips over his exposed lower back.He quivered under her touch and sniffled.Stopping directly in front of him, she said, "Your own wife turned youinto an absolute.