With a heavy heart, Terry watched him walk away. She couldn’t handle going to work. She had made sure the day was patient free, but she did have pap...rwork she could do. She went home to her unit.Her sanctuary as she had called the little unit her dad had built her, now felt alien. It was as if she didn’t belong here anymore. She crawled into her old bed, but it was cold and didn’t feel right. The room smelt musty and uninviting.The bed didn’t have that little wallow that our body creates over. “That was too close,” he said, raising his head from hiding out of sight.“We had better be careful,” she warned. “Let’s walk and see if we can find a restaurant, we’re both hungry.”“One thing that is on my mind, is I hope those planning to kill your President do not change their strategy or our journey is useless. I mean, you’d expect them to have a backup plan, an alternative, should the first scheme be discovered.”“We can pray that they are ignorant enough to stay on their planned. "You know." "What?" Donald laughed aloud at his girlfriend's misgiving. "That's preposterous!" Stella didn't seem all that reassured. "Do you think so?" He chuckled. "Of course. It's absurd. Believe me, you have no reason to worry." "None?" "Not in the least." "I love you." "I love you, too." Stella thought about Donald's reassurances. He was right, of course. It was preposterous of her to suppose that this drunken lesbian would discern the truth about her. Stella and Donald had gone out. They shrugged and smiled as he pulled a chair from a nearby table and sat down next to the black beauty."I've never seen Sam get shot down," Jim smirked as he watched his friend lean over and whisper something in her ear. Then he looked at me. "He's nailed plenty of married women before, so I don't see him failing now." Yeah, she might take some persuading," I acknowledged as I nodded back and smiled.I watched him try and woo her, then he got her out on the dance floor again for a slow number..