"Were you picking your nose?" she asked."No," I said, "I don't know why it started bleeding." Well, you look okay now, why don't you go clean up and g...t dressed. And don't throw those bloody pajamas in the hamper, put them in the wash pail by themselves."I went and got myself cleaned up, took my pajama top and pillowcase and put them in the wash pail where we put all the clothes with hard to clean stains and then went to eat breakfast.Well the nosebleeds didn't stop, they kept coming, and it. My roommate is a young man named Jeffrey O’Braonain. He’s a six-foot-four, lean and athletic, good-looking Irishman with short red hair and pale green eyes. We totally clicked. I didn’t think we would, since we came from radically different backgrounds, but we did. Jeff was a really nice guy. Like me, he was Roman Catholic by birth. He came from the city of Boston, in Massachusetts. He used to play football for Boston College High School, an all-male private school. Now, he’s a running back on. From what I read in your stories that doesn't seem to bother you." What are you talking about?" I asked."Look Deke, I know a little bit about writing. People write about what they know. This is not your first time traveling with a woman young enough to be your daughter. Or????" Don't even go there," I replied with a smile. She rightly assumed that there was nothing more in that line of questioning."Okay so who was the younger woman." When I didn't answer she went on. "My guess is someone with a. Kind of like the girl next door but older. Did I tell you that she was very pretty and that she dressed very sexy?I liked her two daughters and would push them on my old swing set. Kelly was seven and Debra was five. They looked just like their mother only younger. They all had natural blonde hair and pale blue eyes.Gwendolyn told me that she was twenty-five and had Kelly when she was only eighteen years old.Then one Saturday Gwendolyn called me and said, “I have to go to work soon and my.