"OMG" she shrieked. "I thought you were joking." Nope," smiled the weird looking bald girl that was her sister.The drive was short and they found thei... way to an out of town officecomplex. Following the instructions Diane called the number and a man ina sort of surgical looking outfit appeared at the door. "Welcome," hesaid, "can I have the form." Diane reached into her bag and pulled outthe document. "Follow me please," he said."My sister has come too can she watch?" Diane asked. The man. I didn't want to sound disappointed or beg to stay, so I got up."Can I have your phone number?" I asked."I'd rather not give it to you," she said.As elated as I had been five minutes earlier, I was that dejected at that moment.I left and drove away.I went back to that bar every night for a month but did not see her. Finally I resorted to driving by her house to see if her car was there. Next I resorted to sitting outside her house in the evening to see where she went. But she seldom went. "They arrived at the Nola Girls Detention Visiting Center at about9:45, only to find Clara's lawyer friend waiting at the gate for them.Clara introduced him to Jenny and Erin, "Sam, this is my Mother jennyand my sister Erin, Mom and Sis, this is Sam Adams." Erin said, "SamAdams, huh. Well it ought to be easy to remember." She stuck herhand out and said, "Nice to meet you Sam." He shook her hand andlooked from her to Clara and said, "I have to say, I don't see muchresemblance. Different. Through our conversations online and other places this friendship grew into something neither of us had ever experienced. A feeling so deep, as though we had been lovers in many other lifetimes, slaves to one another’s soul for eons. And today is the first time we physically touched one another in this lifetime. My heart is still racing, the blood surging through my body, into my loins again…I pull her against me, feeling the heat of our bodies, the sheets below us, still wet from our.