Why didn't I remember to get my key back?! Why in the hell did he come here in the first damn place!!! She looks to Sam, immediately noting the "big b...other" attitude. She moves off of him, walking into her living room, anger finally seeping into her system somewhat, giving her the courage to become offensive. "What in the hell are you doing here, Rick? It's over, you finished this, so get the hell out of my apartment, and give me back my key!" Her voice only wavers slightly, and behind her she. Finally, just as the visiting time was ending she said she would find a way to pay me back but I would have to trust her.I had intended to pay for the checks all along, but it did my heart good to hear her express a sense of debt to me. I told her that I would think about how she could pay me as well.Over the next few hours, I drove from merchant to merchant paying off these checks with cash that I had withdrawn from my life savings. Late in the day, I arrived back at the courthouse and. Her excursions into heterosexuality apparently left her lacking something, leading her right into the arms of Barb. I know Barb – all my life, really, like my own sister. And Barb, for the last several months, seems quite happy with the relationship between her and Sara.Yet there in the middle of that rugby scrum in the middle of Bink’s bed, Barb and Sara both did ME very good. Enthusiastic.And last night, the first one off the blocks, Sara announced that she wanted to suck me off.“Y’all can. I had cadged a flight on a news helicopter with a photographer who had done the photo work for several of my wine articles—not his usual line of work, but as a favor to me. We would be making low and high level flights over the devastation zone, and would land on a hill about a half-mile from of where the clinic had stood. I resolved to move on, and try to invent a new life without the sweet girl that had meant so much to me since that kiss in the rain fifteen years ago. The flight was a.