Stein. When the light had cleared, a teenage blonde girl, dressed like a hippie, with tie dyed shirt and everything sat there, smoking a joint. "Co...l trip man" She said, looking up obviously stoned. There were a few looks of appreciation at this, so Dr. Hopkins aimed it at the waiter, pulling the trigger again, this time at full power. Seconds later, a Neanderthal was standing there, picking flees off his hide. A little clapping started, and reveling in the attention, Dr. Hopkins shot. All the emails he sent to her and copies of her replies to him had been forwarded to another address, [email protected]. I wondered what the hell that was all about and why she had done it. The only idea that I could come up with was that she had another on-line friend, most likely a girlfriend who she was sharing the intrigue with.I read through all of the emails in turn, starting from the first ones. I found there were almost one each way every weekday since early March. I discovered. .. well ... so skimpy.”“Are you forgetting that the last time we were at the beach you wore a bikini. I saw you in that.”“Oh, but Honey, compared to my work outfit that bikini was absolutely modest.”“All the more reason I want to see you in it.”She saw how insistent he was prepared to be. Besides it was nice to know she could still turn a head — even if it was her son’s.“Okay, but how about we go out to Boulder Cove. It’s a bit more secluded.”“Hey, guys see you in that outfit all the time at. I turned the TV on to no avail. Between the romance displayed the "this Bud's for you commericals".It left me to no end. The phone rings I jump. Just to find a phone solicitor on the other end, wanting to know if I wanted the paper delivered. I replied trying to stay calm."Ms I already get your paper, please do not call here again."Was it the waiting, the want, the need. Whatever this was may cope ability level was at an all time low. But still I felt a sense of anticipation. Was I lost in.