At the end of the reunion, which lasted all of 8 minutes, neitherparents nor their daughter was truly satisfied. The parents, becausethey felt they ha... somehow lost their precious daughter; the daughter,because she, too, felt her very self had become irretrievably lost. Part 4: A Later SessionFirst, a click is heard, followed by the hissing of tape spinning, andfinally the muffled sound of a microphone being placed.A gruff male voice announces, "May 5th, 2005. Dr. Harold Bekker, MD.Please state. Maybe some day. Do you want me to tell you when that is?”“No,” he said, sitting down. “Fathers don’t want to know when that happens.”“Okay, then. My lips will be sealed,” she said.“Anyway, that’s years in the future,” he said. “Right?”“Years,” she agreed.She served him and then herself, and they ate in silence for a while.“So ... who’s the lucky guy?” he asked, breaking the silence.“You’ll see,” she said.“Do I know him?”“You’ve seen him before.”“You’re being awfully mysterious about this,” he. We start out walking next to each other, then Connie loops her arm through mine for a few blocks and then we end up just holding hands. After we get home, we settle back into our pre-Chris routine. The only difference is that Connie starts wearing less and less clothing when she comes down to watch TV or play cards. The third night after we're back, I'm watching a movie on TCM and she comes into the room wearing only a tank top and bikini panties. It's obvious she's not wearing a bra and the. " It's not that," she giggled and put her lips to my ear to whisper. "I'm naked under my dress." Ooh, princess," I grinned. "And we've got a three hour drive before I can see for myself." Wrong, smarty pants, I've booked us a hotel."She had too, the Heathrow Hilton, no less. Judging from the disapproving looks I got whilst checking in, I guessed they weren't too used to having sun blackened soldiers in desert camouflage grace their hallowed halls. But I didn't care in the slightest, I was.