I stopped, backed up and looked again. It was Stasha's car. No doubt about it - I knew the plate number. She worked on the other side of town so why w...s her car here? Curiosity got the best of me and I drove over to where Stasha worked and there were only two cars on the parking lot. The front door was locked so I banged on it to get the attention of the security guard. He came over to see what I wanted and I told him I stopped by to see my wife. "She's working overtime tonight." Not here she. I can't really do that with all of us in one bed. I'm sorry." No reason to be sorry," Allie said, brushing a strand of hair from Shelly's eyes. "I feel the same way sometimes. Would it be OK if I share the bed with you? I don't take up much room and then someone will be there to cuddle with you if you want." You don't have to," Shelly said."I want to," Allie assured her. "I'm sure we all want to but I'm the smallest and that will give you plenty of room. Do you mean to tell me you wouldn't like. He should do more with the family.” I soon learned why.The first trip that summer was a camping trip to a state park with a great fishing lake my dad used to take me to as a child and catch limit almost every time. I went along figuring I’d be there to carry coolers and supplies and be a valet. That was what I did. YAY! I did however receive some excellent compensation. She wore a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Pale blue with tiny strings and small patches covering those. ‘I can’t uproot them, their spouses, my grandchildren and relocate them all. Perhaps you don’t understand because you have no family, but…if we can’t find those files and guarantee that they have not been compromised- then…my family will be in danger. I’m hardly sleeping at night, worrying about it.’ To appear as if he was considering this information important, Mr. Gray waited his comments for several moments. Finally, he said, ‘It is true that I have no living family. Though it would be.