Dexter finished his physical business on the toilet. He set down his cell phone and went into the shower thinking that it was going to be a long day. ...e could imagine the set of emails that would be exchanged with the programmer and project led over the course of the day. His phone rang while he was washing his hair. He let it go to voice mail, wishing that just once he would get to finish his morning shower without a phone call.Getting out of the shower, he dried off with a towel. Once his. I didn’t even stop to go to the bathroom or get a snack. When I shut the alarm off, I notice my door is open. The girls must have checked in on me before they left. I think it is funny how they didn’t say goodby.I go back to work, knowing the girls will get me for breakfast. With the one hand, I type up a to-do list for Moira and Dahlia, followed by a list of topics for Kim to study. With the other, I am putting the finishing touches on a modular satellite design that I hope to license to. Mourning. Just when she would think she had mastered her sense of loss, her grief, her devastating shame, and put it behind her, and stopped feeling sorry for herself, the horrible tightness would grip her throat, the tears would come, and she could not stop them.The crying was for Sara, but there was a definite twinge from Randi's departure as well, as Laura had recognized from the start. And yet it wasn't that she would never see Randi again. She would. They would visit. Their relationship. Sitting back down she made a show of exposing her thong, it looked as wet as her nylon white knickers had back when we had returned home from the pub that night two months ago. I guess the alcohol had done its job because Tony whispered to me that Mavis had been teasing him all night and he needed to get home to have a good wank. You imagination mate, I laughed , your just trying to cope an eyeful of the Mrs The whispers must have been more like normal speech because Mavis had heard everything.