It was a good thing I brought a lot of books with me.As we got ready for our first night, I had to admit that although dad had done a really good job ...ith the caravan and it really looked nice, I would much rather have stayed in a hotel than in this caravan. Living this close together meant there would be three weeks with absolutely no privacy. I had expressed my frustrations to mom, but she just said I shouldn’t be worried about that. After all, we were all family and there was nothing to be. Her eyes widened. "Amica," she said loudly, "go down to the barn and work on that flax." The back door closed as she released a sob."I'm sorry," I said as she pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and wept into it. I did not know whether to go hold her and pat her or not so I just sat and looked out the window until she sniffed and stopped crying."I've had three since, um, since my husband has been away. He left in early '77. One was born dead last year, and I fear I'll not have another, ever;. “Hey, hey, don’t show me that much anger, hate and humiliation like that, I didn’t even do much, I just deleted the video you made. Here, you can get your cell phone back.”Receiving the phone that was thrown, Violette looked inside and realized that the video had indeed been deleted. It wasn’t even in the trash. She then glared at Lucas, memorizing his face, thinking that she would later destroy him in small pieces. She even swore by her name that she would make him worse than a cockroach to. When he was finished, Pat toweled himself off and applied scented moisturizing cream to his smooth legs. Wrapping himself in the hotel's terrycloth bathrobe, he gave his face an extra-close shave, and trimmed his eyebrows a bit. Nothing overtly feminine, just enough to remove any long or stray hairs that might present a problem tomorrow. Returning to the bedroom, he took a pink satin nightgown and matching panties out of the suitcase, and stepped into his fantasy. Pat shimmied into the.