I'm penning this letter in Study Hall. At least here I'm safe. I think.Why am I capitulating to all this? I have all my college applications out and n...ne of them requested financial assistance. With dad the managing director of the Wells Fargo branch and mom a full partner at O'Hare and Snyder, my parents earn way too much money for me to quality for aid. Both my parents are threatening to cut me off financially if they catch me communicating with you again. They say it's their final. Play doctor, with mommy. But no poking, kissing, rubbing, no licking or sucking, fingering, and especially no fucking. Promise me!”He raised his hand in a solemn vow, and nodded. He got the point, I was very serious. I took off my clothes and hung them up, save the undies which went into the laundry bag. After a quick shower, I dried off, and powdered up. Then, I lay on the bed, on my back, without a stitch on. Sam divested his clothing as well, and knelt beside me. I could see that he was. "I don't want to do that." But I want to do it, Laura, and I think..." I don't care what you want! Or what's happened in the past. It's not going to happen again."George looked with amusement at his recalcitrant young guest, smiling at her determined, but ultimately futile attempt to put him off. He could see that this little show of temper would have to be nipped in the bud. He moved quietly back and sat on the edge of one of the bunks."It's not going to happen again?" he smiled questioningly,. I figured the dictionary would come in handy if she needed Miguel to lend a hand with something.A local member of my Federal Taskforce saw me buy the dictionary and told me about a new translating device I could carry in my pocket which would record what was said in Spanish and repeat it back to me in English. He offered to loan me one for Karen to use while we were in San Diego. On the way back to the motel we stopped at his office to get one of the devices. It looked a lot like an iPod.He.