All thethings they had spoken about were dissected into minute detail. FromTricia's choice of clothes for her, dressing her, holding her hand whenthey...were out. How she spoke to her, the tiny butterfly kisses she gaveher on her nose, how she sort of cupped her bottom with her hand when theyKatie sat on her lap. Even how she cuddled her, it was different to theones she gave Caroline when her world fell apart and she just needed somecomfort. Caroline commented , I know that Katie on Saturday. I couldn't heard anything else either, so I figured it must've been my imagination. Just as I'm closing the door to go back to my office, I heard another moan, this time much louder and much more excited. I snuck in, careful not to let the door make any noise, and tiptoed inside.There were three stalls. Middle door was closed, but still said 'vacant'. I tiptoed into the open stall to the right and closed the door behind me quietly. Getting up onto the can, I could take a furtive look into the. Have your radio on and we'll call in. Good luck. We'll see you tomorrow. Cowboy 6, out." Just damn," was all that Sawyer said after the CO signed off. Right after that I contacted Desk Rider, and the CO filled them in on today's happenings, but didn't mention the liberated supplies. Desk Rider had initially been unhappy that we were late with our report, but by the time the CO finished, they were excited.After the CO got off the radio with Desk Rider, Sawyer and I explained what had happened at. Now I have always been a believer in destiny or fate. And it could only have been through destiny that the dominos would have fallen the way they did...giving me the perfect opportunity to fuck my Mother. First off, my Dad phoned at five o'clock to tell Mom that due to late bargaining (my Dad is a high powered mediator...the guy you hire to end long standing feuds), he wasn't going to make it home in time, although he might get in late enough to meet her at the party. Mom was furious, because.