I have not been sleeping well. I am just tired.” We arrived at the house around ten o'clock. Michael was still not home. Feeling somewhat abandoned,...I told my parents that I was tired, which I actually was, and made my excuses to retire early. I was in bed by eleven. Despite being hurt and mad at my brother’s insensitivity, my sadness and disappointment gave way to my exhaustion, and I quickly fell asleep. From the depths of slumber, I was awakened by Michael sitting on my bed. I did not hear. It’s just a fact of life. I picked up Candy the next evening and we went out for a nice dinner. She looked great. Of course she would look great in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt but tonight she had on a black mini skirt and red silk blouse. The way she was dressed could only be described as the fuck me look. Anyone who looked at her would have to say, ‘fuck me.’ We sat down and she asked for a glass of wine. I got a beer. God, she looked like an angel. So perfect I almost wanted to cry. She woke up coughing hard, feeling a burning sensation in her nose and something heavy pushing on her chest. At first she thought she was in her apartment back in New York and someone had broken in, then she heard a soft, soothing male voice talking to her and her next thought was she was in a hospital under bright lights. As her head slowly cleared and her eyes focused she saw a very handsome man’s face smiling at her. ‘I’m glad you made it back.’ ‘Who the fuck are you and what are you doing. This woman made him feel things that he had never felt before, things he didn’t want to feel. She had worn home the hospital gown and robe they had given her, and it was a very unattractive set but still, he had these feelings. Just then Dr Riley and Elizabeth came into the room.“I just wanted to say goodbye Victoria and I’ll see you Tuesday.” Dr Riley said.“Ok, thank you.”“And I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable up here and if you need anything right now.” Elizabeth offered.“No.