“Did they now? A shame, the jig is up. I knew I ate too much last time!”Lara joined him in the kitchen to serve up breakfast.“You want some?” ...he called to me.For a moment, I stared at my sister, standing there smiling at me, the offered yogurt bowl in hand. Just a lazy Saturday morning breakfast. It seemed so incongruous, in a way, with what I imagined she must be feeling behind the masks. The underlying turmoil that surely roiled within her, even if it was subconscious so much of the time.... "True, but I followed the links that your wife used and found the site on the internet yesterday. It's still the same but the number is different."The weird Dr. Henderson rang the doorbell some forty-five minutes later. He greeted Gary then turned to Matt."Captain Bennett!' Matt shook his hand."Dr. Henderson, still trying to cure the loonies of this world?" Oh no. It's the psychiatrists who try to cure them. I am a psychologist, I just tell them how they can remain loony but be happy about it.". Every one had just sat when the red headed pixie came running in her bunny slippers onto the patio, wearing the same robe Hanna had on. Because she was running, the robe had spread showing everyone she was a true red head.She pulled it closed and dragged up a chair saying, "I feel so good this morning, just really, really good."Looking around there were four young ladies that appeared to feel really, really good.Charlie came dragging onto the patio, "That little devil is going to kill me. We. I was liking it but when I saw her having trouble walking I went over to help out. Now she was just flat out drunk - slurred speech, stumbling around and a bit easy with whoever groped her.I tried to take her drink but she insisted on drinking it and even having another guy get her more. She was not going to be told she could not do something! I had to laugh when a few minutes later she was sitting down and falling over! She was OUT! My buddy who was the party host saw and offered to help me.