"What's going here, what seems to be the problem," It was Sarah's fatherMr. Willis and right behind him was her mother."Is everything OK honey." Yeah ...om, I think Stacie just had a bad dream. I think you guys can goback to sleep and i'll handle it." Man what's up with all the noise, people are trying to sleep?" saidMichael (Sarah's little brother)."Your sister had a nightmare that's all Michael, go back to bed." You sure you can handle it Sarah?" Mrs. Willis asked."Honey I think she can and I. Rashmi relaxed and held his head with her one hand while smoking and enjoyed the music, what life she mused. ‘ good pet good now, circle all around the core with your tongue, kiss and lick, don’t forget the mons baby yes kiss and lick, now hold these folds in your lips and nibble on them all the way, gently pet gently , keep your eyes open always, watch as your master bask in glory of your attention, good pet now work inside, see those rugged inner folds, lap at them , up and down, trace their. "Not enough people for any demonstration at all," I said."Good on you," he said. We sat there drinking coffee until he had accessed all the tape. He went back to the postal worker. "We want to take a look at that package for an outside trigger before you pick it up." Come on Brit, Sometimes a bomb is just a fishing pole." I said."And sometimes a bug is a microphone. There are no coincidences, till we find out who wants to bug you." he said."Well at least the coffee is good," I said."That it is,. When another project called for my visit and attention, I cleared an entire day from my busy schedule, to accommodate her every possible need and desire. Two or three week separations seemed to expose the limits or the breaking point in our weakness for each other, not that time apart wasn't well spent. We each plotted and wrote new stories or poems to share on the next visit. After all, such endeavors and creative processes take time to construct to an expected satisfaction, eh? I assure you.