Then, I walked back into the kitchen and pulled my boxer shorts on, followed by my house gown, and finally sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for ...om to come down.I started to wonder what she would wear for me. It was still rather amazing that she had said she would be giving me 'constant visual stimulation' over the rest of the weekend, whatever that meant. I could not imagine that she would be wearing sexy underwear for me all weekend, but the way things were going, I guess anything was. But I hope that this story will bring a human face to the guilt that some survivors may feel. It is of course only a work of fiction. Although it is nearly impossible to guess the prevalence of domestic violence, it is almost certain that among the 2,606 men and women who died in the Towers that morning, there was at least one John Doe. *** Starting over? Jane wondered…was it possible? Could she do it? Thirteen long years. Why? That was the question that she always came back to. Why? A couple. After an hour, it was time for them to board. They moved into the line with the other First Class passengers and after the usual waiting found their seats on the plane, which were down the second aisle of the transcontinental jet. Because Sarah had a mild case of acrophobia, Greg took the window seat, leaving the aisle seat for her. They sat, enjoying the comfort. Sarah leaned over and snuggled against Greg's arm.The stewardess came over and guessed, "Newlyweds?"Sarah answered before Greg. . trying to get rid of a headache." It wasn't quite a lie. My head felt thick and throbbed dully. The calm I'd known earlier replaced by dread and shame. I dried quickly, but hadn't brought my robe in with me. I wrapped the towel around my breasts, the bottom barely covering my crotch, and opened the door.Kira was standing with a sad look on her face. I softened immediately. "Look..." I started."Mom ... I don't want you to be mad at Dex ... please ... there's more..."Dear God, I thought, what.