”“No clothes,” Chuck Arnovsky chimed in.“For you, maybe,” I shot back. “I at least want something to slip into as well as slip out of.”I...knew from the beginning that this decadent little weekend – yes, weekend – would be a Master PC Special, with my best man, the good Doctor, violating untold number of people to make this his idea of my perfect weekend. Fortunately for me, he did not consult me on any of these notions. The better to surprise me, of course.Yeah, right.The first clue I had that. Then she'd begun to dread the following two hours. Meetings in the Committee of Moral Education could really drag on sometimes, but she had to try to make this one a short one.“How did your confrontation with the gypsy woman go the other day,” Francine Woodworth had asked after they were done with the scheduled agenda. Francine was a small, dark haired woman, married to one of the most successful businessmen in the little town. Moving here from France just three years ago, her English was. We all went down to an island in the outer banks for a week and rented a house right on the beach. Her dad though was watching me like a hawk, everywhere she and I went, he soon followed. Luckily though that he got real drunk the one night and his wife put him to bed. What we soon realized though was that she had taken over her husband’s duties as watch dog. Around 10, my girlfriend came up to me kiss me and said, "Say you’re going to bed and sneak down to the beach I have a plan." So of course. Esta no era la primera sesi?n. Sab?a que las cosas pod?an llegar a descontrolarse.Mientras tanto Joyce respiraba hondo. Detestaba hacer esto. Hab?a le?do el expediente antes. No le esperaba un rato agradable. Todo lo contrario. Un infierno.-Ya sabes que no podr? responderte a ninguna pregunta hasta que acabe. Grace lo sab?a. Esper? sin dejar de mirar a su amiga. Parec?a indecisa. Tal vez estaba pidi?ndole demasiado.-Si necesitas m?s tiempo?Joyce respir? hondo mientras negaba con la cabeza..