" There were tears in my eyes, he continued his soft tone and said:"Yes baby, sue me for the sin of being your dad." He caressed my hair; I pushed awa... his hands and said:" you know I don’t like it."He complained:"You see now? You even don’t let me to caress you." I replied in anger:"I don’t like ANYONE to caress me, its normal for my age daddy, why you don’t understand it? You are acting like a child."He kept his soft tone and said:"I don’t understand this cold heart of yours; you say it's not. I reached down and picked up my carry-on bag, planning on taking out my laptop, and losing myself in my writing. That’s when I noticed a slip of paper stuffed into the front pocket of my bag. I took the paper and unfolded it, it was a letter from Jasmine, which she must have quickly written before getting off the bus. Dear Trent, Last night was the most amazing night of my life. I don’t want you to think that that is the type of thing I do regularly, it was the first time in my life I ever did. You don’t want to get shot, do you? And don’t wander around randomly. There are mines, unexploded bombs and all things round here. So just follow where I go and don’t even think of making a fucking detour.’ She turned round with a grimace, and hobbled on as the unforgiving sun beat down on her and on the girls. Sharon’s skin burnt in the bright light and the sharp pain of the heat became indistinguishable form the sharp pain of the branches she was carrying. But, from the advice she had been. "Do you have any idea what happens to pretty little things like you in Latin American army camps, Samantha? Any idea at all?" To emphasize his point, he picked up the phone on his polished desk. "I bet you fifty dollars that I can get in touch with my people faster than you can get those insignificant pictures to the newspaper."He put the phone down once Sam deflated a little bit. "Better," he said. "We're on the same side, here, Sam. There's no reason for us to be at one another's throats. I.