Perhaps more disconcerting to me was the fact that there was very little feeling in my right hand and forearm.My best guess from, my admittedly poor, ...nvestigation was that, whatever had happened, whatever I’d done, had caused a tear somewhere in, or near, the rotator cuff along with some nerve damage. Without an x-ray and an MRI, not to mention the specialists required to read the scans, there probably wasn’t anyway to know for sure.Glancing over at the bedside table, I quickly found what I. “Master, don’t you have enough beautiful women in your life?” Camille asked.“Oh, I am blessed with an overabundance of beautiful women and have no desire to add more to my life,” Harry said, “but the day I stop admiring the view ... well, you can bury me.”Camille laughed.“Oh, your eyes would pop out on the beaches of Rio,” she said, wistfully.“Guess that answers the question of if you ever get homesick...”“Home ... not so much. Missing the parts of Rio I love ... yeah.”“Sad thing when home. While she smiled, I glanced at her.There was a tiny gap revealing her naked side waist. I planned for a few minutes to seduce her. After completion of my Internals, I pulled their bench a bit back and waited for a minute.With some boldness, I placed both my hands on the side waist. She immediately sensed it and removed my hands. So I took back my hands and waited for a few minutes, and placed them back on her waist. Again, she removed them. But again, I placed them on her side waist and began. And from telling her that any problems she had in the dating world were her own creation. If she had been willing to be any sort of partner, we'd still be married.But I was happy that she had realized her dreams. I was only hurt and sorry that it had taken leaving me behind for her to do it.I had no more than put my cell phone on the stand when it beeped to let me know I had a new voice mail. I hesitated to pick it up because twice the night before the shrew from the negotiating committee had.