Passed them along to the analytical arm -- Sullivan & Sullivan Research -- of my almost-national detective agency.“Give me a snapshot of the parents... Three snapshots.”A decent investigator can find some under-the-rock something on anyone. Even Mother Theresa. Well, maybe not her. I wouldn’t use it, not unless everything else failed. Or if the bullying got worse. But if, say, a husband, or a wife, is having an affair ... well Damocles and all that. Better to have a sword and not need it. Or. I told him I loved him then hung up.We arrived home with our purchases, leaving them on the sofa. Mom opened a bottle of Cabernet, filled three glasses then herded us out to the deck. It was a gorgeous day and evening. We all slipped off our sandals to sip reflecting on our day together. Then it was time for dinner. Mom had prepped most of it beforehand so all she had to do was put the finishing touches on the salad and boil the noodles for spaghetti, my favorite.We giggled and gossiped through. I was about to say that my daughters have never been seemed happier at camp. And I'm told that one of their new friends had a lot to do with this change from their usual state," said Hunter."Hunter, I think it's only fair to tell you that I'm a naturist or nudist if you will," said Jennifer. "I see nothing wrong with people, including minors who are properly supervised, spending time in the nude together in mixed company. It helps to break down barriers. By going in the nude, all of the. Nice.Apparently, all of them had spanish accents."You can call me Gaby.Can you give me one second? Thank you." I said walking to the door."RORY! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" I yelled as loud as I could.I turned back to Micheal saying, "I think I know the dumb-ass who tried to steal your bike.".Rory appeared from the door.He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me on my cheek."What's up?" He asked, ignoring Eli and his friends.I pushed him over to Micheal asking, "Is this the jack ass?" Micheal.