Might as well get started to the day. you slide out of bed, letting your nightie slip off your shoulders and fall to your feet. his instructions wer... explicit: get prepared for the day remaining fully nude and the curtains drawn back. So you walk out to the kitchen and get the coffee going, open the front door and walk to the end of the hall to get the paper. Your heart races as you open the front door. your eyes dart back and forth, your ears seem especially alert for the faintest. "Actually, I am very glad to see you because Sharks have been walking by all day, and I am afraid that they will visit me tonight. This is the first day that I have seen so many of them, so that is why I am worried." Okay, we will hang around for a while to make sure that you are not bothered. By the way, we call ourselves Grey Ghosts. We will stop by again in a few days with a telephone number that you can use to send us a message if you are harassed by the Sharks."On another point, do you. The psychiatrist! "Shit," she said and got on her feet, "I... need to be someplace. See you guys later!"Konrad van Alten's office was located about five minutes off campus on West Avenue at Station Street, and it took Melissa only a couple of additional minutes to locate the exact door in the office building. The receptionist, Mrs. Lamprue, told her to sit down and wait.The waiting room was a virtual shock of colors. The walls had several framed posters of Modigliani paintings. The sofa group. The stone tiled floor felt cold under her bare feet, and a soft breeze that circulated the room sent a slight chill through Padme's nude body."A pleasure to see you again, Senator Amidala," Nute spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's been far too long." The pleasure is all yours, Viceroy," she replied sternly. "I suppose this was your idea?" Of course, Your Highness," he said in his broken dialect. "With your execution scheduled for tomorrow, my friends and I wanted to enjoy your company.