Suddenly her husband came he was looking like a guy in late 40s black stout and not really ugly,. I said hi to him and srry about my daughter and came...back to my seat and sat down I was wondering was this coincidence or god wanted us to met again, I was looking at her thinking she has not changed her charisma, her face,her figure, just her face look dull she was 42 now.,, then whole of the boat ride we were stealing glances at each other , I wanted to talk to her but my wife n her husband….hoo. I lay there for a few minutes before I felt someone lifting me up. It wasJim and he was suddenly gentle and loving, kissing me on the forehead,giving me soft instructions to ride along in his arms to the next place.He half carried me as we walked together down another hall and into anotherroom."Do you trust me, baby?" he asked."Yes sir. Completely," I replied"Then don't ask any questions at this point. Just do what I tell you." Yes Sir. You own me, sir."He helped me get on a table and laid me. I finally made it to my recliner by holding on to the furniture and the walls enough so I could sit down. I also used my cane too. I just found it by the computer desk. It sure helped, I thought it was still in the car. Oh well can’t remember everything anymore, or can I? Ok, I put the printed list on my clipboard and reread it looking for something I missed. ‘Barbara, I have more questions.’ And there she is again.“Barbara are there any written rules I must follow in order to go on this great. I tried ignoring her, letting her starve. I locked the door and ignoredher and tried to forget she was down there, to convince myself I hadimagined the whole thing. It didn't work. She's resilient, and can survivewith very little. And I couldn't forget, not completely. She was at theback of my thoughts constantly, at work, in my sleep. A dull pounding, myvery own telltale heart beating out the same three words over and over:let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Eating dinner with my parents,.