Then he led them to another area that was eavesdropping on telephone, two-way radio, and similar transmissions. "These four computers sift through and...translate Farsi, Chinese, Korean, and Tex-Mex Spanish," Brian continued. "If they detect any keywords, the software immediately locks the signal and begins recording, while the monitor and a speaker pages me. There is some heavy-duty traffic going on over in Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, and South Florida about hijacking some airliners. They. On second thought, put my bags back in my car.”“Okay.” I hauled her bags back out the door. Apparently she IS serious.Back inside. “Those bags from our week – good for knocking around. This – for work.” She handed me a bunch of clothes on hangers. I hung them in my car.She was almost grim as she selected some things to add to the load-out.Finally – “That’s good enough. Brad, let’s get out of here.”“Are you okay?”“Yeah. Just things are tumbling down on me, baby. Gotta get...”“Let’s go.”She. You wouldn't catch him slobbing around in a robe halfway through the morning."* * * * *You may be expecting me to confess that I soon let things slide - after all, it's easy to slip back into old, lazy ways - but I didn't. I made an effort to be helpful around the house. Whenever my mother did something for me I made a point of thanking her properly, often with an accompanying hand on the shoulder, or a hug, or even the occasional kiss on the cheek. My mother accepted all this with a faint air. She wore a mere wisp of a skirt and a light see- through cotton wrap with nothing underneath. It hung with style just covering her breasts. Her bare legs and arms shone with a deep gold tan, a gorgeous color enhanced by the fires light. A mane of wheat colored hair fell loose about her shoulders and reached the middle of her delicate back. Her eyes a softer blue then even the sky on mid summers day, if anyone had noticed they would say her eyes were not unlike a fairies. She walked with.