The moment I scooted over, a large man with a shaved head came upbehind her and he sat down next to me as she vanished out the back of thetrain. I tri...d to get up, but he grabbed my hand, squeezed it VERY hardand pulled me back down. He didn't let go of my hand when I sat back down,he actually squeezed even harder and looked at me in a way that told me tosit down and shut up or I'd be dead. I didn't need to hear him say that tounderstand the look in his eyes.We actually rode the train the whole. I felt great in my dress because I knew how it drew more than glances. A girl can literally feel the staring and gawking of men! I was a temptress and a teaser, but I was definitely not a pleaser.Though I was perhaps overly alluring, he told me he saw an innocence and a subtle sensuality in my eyes. He claims he never saw a sexier young lady in his life. Some girls often love a flatterer. The thrill for a pretty and unique girl such as me to hear such inspiring compliments made my heart. The phone call to Nan had gone better than I had hoped. She was still angry at me for cutting her off as I had, but I had no choice. She and Ruben were better off without me when I was in prison. It was entirely possible that I might never make it out of there, especially the first year or two. Things happened in prison and they were rarely talked about in polite society. I had been lucky; there was no doubt about that. But I had no way of knowing that was going to be the case. I took the only. “And the bad news?”“You appear to have a mild case of NMS which stands for Neurally Mediated Syncope. It’s benign and is most common in children and young adults such as yourself.”“Is it inherited or inheritable?” I asked.“Excellent question, Mr. Thomas. The short answer to that is ‘No.’ I have no access to your father’s health records and I questioned your mother earlier.”“What brought it on?” Janice asked.“It’s likely a combination of exertion, emotional stress, and anxiety. Typically, a.