"Ever been to Vermont?" he asked."Don't think so," I told him."It's like magic. Especially this time of year. You'll love it." I don't know if I'm cap...ble of appreciating it," I sighed.He looked at me. "Eric? Look, I'm going to lay it on the line. I'm deathly afraid that I'm going to come back from Christmas break and find you dead on the bathroom floor, OK?" I just stared at him. "Really," he continued. "And if I don't at least twist your arm to come home with me, and that happens, I'm going. Not screaming pain, but a dull, continuous, throbbing pain.I lay there, trying to assess my situation. In a hospital? Definitely. Concussion? Likely. Broken ribs? Likely. Fractured hip and maybe femur? Possibly. Tube in my throat? Definitely. Punctured lung? Possibly. If only half this was fact, I was one fucked up cowboy. Who was I? Colin Stewart. Where was I? Vancouver. Okay, relax. Most of your marbles are rolling in the right places."Colin?"It was the lovely soft voice once again. Kayla! I. One afternoon he came home and Victoria and I were in the kitchen having coffee. He was his usual pleasant self making polite talk with us both when he saw that Victoria had been shopping and one of the bags she had was from an underwear shop."Treating yourself again Vicki? Something nice I trust?" he asked."No law against a girl wanting to feel good about herself is there Mike?" she replied defensively."No not at all, I just thought with your sense in clothing I bet it's a hot little number",. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I pressed the towel against her ass and let my finger rub against her pussy. She rolled over on the bed and said, “Come here and lie with me for a minute.” I crawled up next to her and lay my head on her breasts. “I want to forgive you, I’m just having a hard time. You know I love you and I know you love me,” she said softly. “This will take a little time, but we’ll figure it out.” “I love you,” I whispered to her. “I know baby,” she answered.* Day 2.