." I couldn't talk! What the hell is going on? I can't move either!"I have had just about enough of you two!" a voice called out. It wasmy grandmo...her, Olivia. Suddenly she became clear to see in thisnothingness. My grandmother lives with us now that grandpa died a fewmonths ago. "All you two do is fight. I am sick of hearing it. I amgoing to teach you both a lesson, a lesson you both need. Neither oneof you understand what the other goes through, so I am going to remedythat." There. When the doorbell rang, my bald slave scampered into the bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack.I walked over to the door and opened it. As expected, there was a nun standing there, with Vonda behind her.She was five foot six with pale green eyes and a long narrow nose. With her habit on, it was hard to determine her exact age; but I estimated mid-thirties to early forties.She held out her hand. "Mr. Woodward, I'm Theresa Nettles."I took her hand and shook it warmly. "Please, call me. She’s got to be very much afraid if she was willing to spend the night in the cold as sick as she is, rather than be treated at the hospital.”Aleja was on her feet pacing now. The thought of a teen so frightened that she would refuse treatment and stay out in the cold made her shiver.“Okay Dmitri, I take it you’re on your way...”“Yes, I’ll be out front in ten minutes.”“We need to go by the clinic ... I’ll need to get some things I don’t have handy here.”“Thank you Aleja. I’ll pick up some hot. I felt like I am d biggest in d world that have missed such a chance. But I had no option left now. I dropped her to her hostel n came back. After that some days passed by and nothing happened. One day she called me n told me that she had a fight with her roommate and that she don’t want to spend d night in hostel. The meaning of her call was clear.. I said its ok n she can stay over with me. She was happy to hear that n came over to my house. She was wearing a deep cut top n hot pants.Oh.