" Ok. That is the official line. What do you think of this situation?" Cathy asked. "Do you feel that you are still a member of that community?" Why w...uld I not be?" Hafie asked."Well, you were sent here. From the way you have described it to us the community has sentenced you to death and no longer has any use for you. They don't even want your body back for disposal." That is a harsh way to look at it. I admit that I was disappointed in some of the effects on me personally." Hafie. " I muttered.I had snapper on my mind and it wasn't a fish. Dinner was for the most part relatively uneventful. It seemed as though Lauren purposely avoided any prolonged eye contact with me. I caught myself drifting off and staring at her beauty from time to time. I just could not help myself.After a while the Frozen Lolas were affecting me. I had to use the restroom. I excused myself and walked away from the table.The restrooms and phones in Lolas are down a long flight of carpeted stairs. It. ’ My only response was a, ‘Lmao.’ Thirty minutes later he asked, ‘What’s so funny?’ with little smiley faces. ‘It’s hot and rainy here. I was just thinking of getting dressed’, I replied. He must have been in unbearable conditions because the next thing he said was, ‘It is roasting here. 35 degrees and I've been laying paving flags in the garden. I must be mad. Lol. I got a nice sun tan though. Lols. Be a bit sore tomorrow, anyway here’s a kiss and a cuddle for you.’ The emoticons he added were. He lifted the blackhood carefully over his permed gray hair and tied its ties in a neat bowensuring the turnback of the voluminous material was evenly arranged.Stepping confidently out of the room, his mack deliciously sussuratingover his satin skirts and petticoats with a harmonic rustle from thebloomers as he descended the stairs. He stopped by the front door to pickup the post and amongst the usual advertising rubbish was a letteraddressed to Mrs. Joanne Rushbury. Rushbury he knew was his.