“It’s okay, please don’t cry”, I said keeping my left hand on her shoulder trying to console her.“You know nothing”, she finally spoke som...thing.“Well, I won’t know unless you tell me.”She shook her head and sobbed even more, big teardrops rolling down her cheeks. Now even I felt like crying because it is hard for me to see pretty girls crying. The wall I had built against my emotional vulnerability had completely molten now.“Well, I have a weakness; I can’t see pretty girls crying. I feel like. Once in the driver’s seat I went through her purse. Ifound the driver’s license and the address. If she hada roommate, I was just a Good Samaritan driving herhome. And if she didn’t…We were at her house in ten minutes. I got out andopened the door for her; she was completely out of it,with a little trickle of blood running from her nose. Iwiped it off with a handkerchief. It was a lot of work,but I finally got her out of the car and standing withher arm over my. ‘Where will I go? What will I do?’ She’d hate to sell the place, but there seemed no other option. Bob Engles, the Town Supervisor, always said he’d buy, if she ever wanted to sell the property. ‘I can always go back to the city and be a social worker.’ But the idea of living among tall buildings again instead of tall trees held no appeal. Fresh air and changing seasons in the country were pleasures she’d lived without for too long. The sound of steady breathing and a twitch of Bill’s arm. Her favorite way to have sex is rough. She can’t control herself when she gets it rough. Her boyfriend even likes to give her everything she asks for. He loves to give it to her fast and rough. Tonight she wants it everywhere and every way. Jane confronts her boyfriend and tells him just what she wants and his eyes go wide as she goes into every detail with enthusiasm in her voice. He shakes his head in amazement at the list she has given him and asks when she wants to start. She reaches out.