She smiled in her dreams, watching her own Mother as a girl climbing the tree out back, the limbs lower to the ground and the top not quite as tall. W...en she saw her Mother doing in her dream what she had fantasized about in her orgasms, or beginning to, pulling her own old style swimsuit off to reveal her lower belly tufted with hair and her own private place glistening with wetness, straddling the tree limb and throwing her head back in glee, Julie jerked awake, her hand going to her mouth.. .. still get used to English. Said, ‘Isn’t it cool?’ Father says it soon comes to the U.S. but not for year or more. He won’t let me use itself alone though—says must have regular phone and just use this as backup.”“Crazy!” Cindy remarked. “It’s like a comic book secret communicator—or like that Star Trek walkie-talkie thingie.”They played with the device for a few minutes before the conversation turned to more pressing topics like the judo tournament and what U.S. high school life was like.The. We made this agreement less than a week ago and here you are with an assignment." I said angrily. It was real anger, not acting for the cameras, which were recording us as we spoke. The agreement was that the TV people could film, but Swamp Rat got to approve or reedit the files. Even so I didn't plan to be too honest in the meeting."Might as well get started. You are finished with this place, and I'm not going back into the field for a long time, if ever." Martin said."Poor baby, is this their. .I'll be right back," she told Pat. She left the room with no intentions of coming back. It was 4:13. She had to get out of there. As she left the house, a red Chrysler 200 pulled up. She made eye contact with the driver. He didn't look tat tall, it must have been Dante. She smiled and left. He parked his car and went into the house. Down the road, she met another car, a black Chevy Trailblazer. The man driving was a black man as she noted from his muscular arm hanging out of the driver's.