Would you like to see it?" Oh, yes, Mr. Cochran, I would love to see it. If the description seems right, I would even like to try it out, if you don't...mind." I hope that it will satisfy you. Here is the shipping box; just give me a minute to open it." Cochran slit the tape holding the shipping container closed and put the carton on the counter top. They both peered into the box in eager anticipation, but were sorely disappointed. The items in the box were protected with plastic film and foam. Four years had past when my father came back into my life. He had returned to this country and rented an apartment in the city.We had kept in touch all this time by phone and email, and a couple of times by Skype, which was difficult as it was banned where he lived and worked, so the photos in the emails I sent him, reflected the changes in me physically, daddy's response was to tell me the young engineers were going bananas to meet me, between the lines, he was hot for me himself, and I knew. I was born in Stepney, London, and named Ronald George Thompson. I was one of two surviving children born to my parents, my younger sister being the aforementioned Katherine May Thompson, now Marshall, and there was another girl who died shortly after her birth. Although the teachers at my school were generally of the opinion that I was the recipient of a reasonable level of intelligence, I nevertheless left school at fourteen, as did most of my contemporaries, as in our community few if any. " Kind of?" Well Shannon and I spent lots of time at the pool this summer and a lotof older boys paid attention to us and even kissed us." How did you feel about that?" I liked it a lot." Was it different than your old boyfriend's kiss?" Very different. I was shaking after one boy's kiss." I see." How are you and your brother getting on?" We're fine. We still have our moments, but so do every other sister andbrother I know." Has he finally accepted who you've become?" I think so. He doesn't say.