"Judith grinned then grimaced. "It does that for us girls sometimes. We all have to wipe. It's awful ifwe forget a tissue or something." I know. Th... doctor told me." So you really are like us then," sighed Judith, sounding slightlyrelieved."You sound happy about it," I replied slightly accusingly."No. It's just well, - well, - I wasn't sure what to think. I'm happythat at least you can pee like us. Aunty Pauline said you might have towear a bag. Please can I see it?"I shifted a little. I knew what my answer was, and I suspected that they were the same, or very close to the same. Her visit to Chicago had been, at least in my mind, the last chance to really make it work, and it had ended with the acknowledgment that it probably wouldn’t. She was dating, though she’d said it wasn’t serious. Birgit had done the same thing and that had led directly to her death. I didn’t expect Karin to die, but I was pretty sure that our relationship would, at least so far as having a future. Dexter stood there in the lobby of the office looking around. Mark could see that the man was kind of at loose ends. From his past conversations with Dexter, he knew that the man didn’t have any real friends. He figured Dexter had come to the office just to kill some time in conversation.Mark said, “Come on back to my office and we’ll chat a little.”“Okay,” Dexter said.Mark gestured Dexter to go into the office. Standing behind Dexter, he flashed his hand to the secretary three times to let her. After an hour or so I got up walked down to the water. There was a lot of frolicking going on in the water. I decided to take a dip myself. I did notice a number of couples in the water and they weren't swimming. I often wished I was more outgoing and took part in these parties but I guess it just wasn't me.I have to be honest here. I have been drunk at a few parties in my life and let myself go. I've had sex with women of most races. I was often asked my nationality because of my curly hair.