. just don’t tell my wife.”We both laughed.At the last minute, one of the newspapers volunteered to send along a photog. I put her in the bomb bay...... with a ‘chute. Buckled her in it.“There are a couple of things you don’t grab in here. This is the most important.” I pointed at the emergency bomb bay door release. “The bottom will fall out and you with it if you pull that.“You stay put until we’re up ... you can come take pictures after we’re up.”By now everybody had a clue and moved. The only sound he made was, "Don't trust your room. It's been tossed."If I HAD to describe him I would have said he was either tall, or average height, had medium long hair that might have been brown, and weighed somewhere between one-hundred and fifty pounds, and two–hundred, but I bet I would have been wrong, at least half the time.He made no impression on me what-so-ever.Once behind our locked door, we dressed and went to find a quiet spot to study the photos. In the envelope were several. I stopped and one disappeared behind me; I though it could be a girl, but the person had a swirling black cloak and hood and I could not tell who they might be. The other person, a man, stood facing me. He was as ever dressed in black, with a fedora, but he now removed his hat and I became aware of his piercing blue eyes. Instinctively, without clearly seeing any more of him, I knew it was Ranulph, and I presumed the girl behind me was Rachel. He nodded and I felt impelled to put my hands. "Want to watch, Timmy?" Mom asked.I lowered my eyes, looking away from him. He hesitated; "Na," he said and left. After an hour or so, Mom was finally finished."Now listen to me, Robert, because I expect you to set your own hair after a few more sessions. I straightened up to concentrate. "I'm combing out a section of hair about an inch deep and half an inch shorter than the roller. Are you listening?" I replied with a "yes." "Now I'm combing it straight out up from your scalp, spraying.