It was soon after this that Carl persuaded me to pose for the centrefold, using this Polaroid as a friendly lever. I don't remember him being nasty ab...ut it, but at the time it didn't seem all that important. Carl and I carried on together for the rest of our time at college and we had a number of pot inspired photo sessions before we broke up, some of them very rude indeed.All was going great with my life, until my husband got a much-deserved promotion and we moved. His arrival to take over. Four of them, I think. Six females altogether.The Super looked as if he was about to faint. He held the intercom in both hands.- Full alarm, Sergeant, he shouted into the machine. You hear me? All hands on deck. Call neighbouring districts.- Yes, Sir.With that, the Superintendent slammed his fist into the intercom and looked up at Inspector Looney as if he was about to kill him.- Sir?- Your stupid dim-whit, said the Super with a low but threatening voice. You have just sent six female officers. He wished there was some quiet place for him to wait, but there wasn’t. The sounds of mother and daughter appreciating the flowers were driving nails into his brain. It was obvious to him that his daughter was happy and, in the light of day, that was the important thing.The pair of women entered the kitchen. Lisa was glowing while carrying a huge bouquet of roses. She looked up at her father and saw the man slumped in his chair holding up his head in his hands. Unshaved and red-eyed, he looked. The plane made its final approach, landed and taxied to the gate. After picking up their gate-checked carry-on, Kit held Nichelle’s hand as they proceeded to baggage claim.Nichelle’s bag was first on the belt and Kit snagged it. He watched more bags descend the chute and then saw his light blue duffel. Leaning over, he snatched it off the belt.“Mom should be around here somewhere,” Nichelle said and scanned the room. She waved and sprinted toward a figure in a pinstripe skirt suit. Nichelle.