I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened the bedroom door, it was completely different and I could smell fresh paint, mixed with a heady smell of sw...et Lavender.Everywhere I looked it was decorated with pink, white and yellow, all things girly and pretty, the duvet was a bright yellow gingham pattern with lacy trimmed pillows, and a heart shaped pink cushion in the middle, and on one pillow was a note pinned with a small white carnation, the curtains had a rose motif, and there were cute little. I went downstairs and Lilly introduced Cindy to me. Lori was there too. Thankfully there wasn’t any baby talk. Cindy was tall and slim and pretty with full breasts and long blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. Her slim legs seemed to go on forever “Hi Sam,” Cindy said. “Hello Cindy,”I replied. She had on a low cut tank top and tight shorts. Her nipples signaled ‘no bra’ “Cindy is from Toronto,”Lilly said. “At least you’re safe from Trump up there,”I said. Cindy laughed She bent over. The news had simply reinforced and elaborated on everything that he had been told. A sick feeling in the pit of his stomach gave him pause.Andrew had been deployed into a foreign country where the locals hadn't been exactly excited to see them. This compounded with the way that he had seen his comrades portrayed by the American media and government at large, Andrew's cynicism kicked in immediately."Something is going on that isn't being told here," Andrew asked. "Something big. Nothing about. "The big guy at the head of the table, trying to look like a civilian, is Police Detective Sergeant Michael Kelly -- I hope I'm getting this right -- while the young woman next to my mom is Detective Maria Sanchez. I believe you know the rest of us."Now, you were about to say, Ms. Graham?"Martha G. frowned, totally thrown off her stride.Gosh, I thought, how did that happen?"We've -- uh -- got a problem with -- uhm -- The Program Coordinator, Mr. Worthington, as you presumably already know," she.