She cradled the blonde girl. And she hummed an age old lullaby.The crying subsided. She knocked at the window pane that separated them from the driver... As it slid down she asked him to U-turn. He should take them back to the Villa to refresh themselves and change.The restaurant lay below the corniche. It straddled an inlet for boats that had been hewn into the living rock. It went by the un-Italian name of Chez Pierre. The owner was of French origin. The place was the former boathouse of a. The trip was thus far uneventful. They had traveled this road many times. As they turned a corner in the road, they were confronted by a band of scruffy looking young men. There were three of them; more than her elderly driver could fight off. One of the men looked in the carriage and saw the long curly red hair of the woman sitting clutching her breast as if to ward off an attack. The man pulled her arms away from her heaving chest to reveal the cream colored tops of her breasts above the. I'm going to have to hurry to get them done before breakfast." Is that important?"Daisy suddenly considered the question. She had never asked it before herself. Now she did and was surprised by the answer."It is now, for me. Perhaps it won't be later, but for now I have obligations." Okay ... I understand. You'll be back tomorrow?" You bet your sweet tasting ass I will!" Now who's cussing? Uh ... I was just thinking. You could drive the tractor back and service it for me. It would be faster. I pointed out more things to look for in this area. I explained that a fence was going to be put up to eliminate public access to the college from this area in order to force everyone to use the controlled entrances.I spent a while in the new office with the new night shift supervisor. I knew my being there made him nervous. I also know on slow nights it was a boring job. I talked with him for a while until one of the patrols reached one of the check points and called in. I emphasized how to.