If she only knew... ***THE HOTEL*** I showed up at the hotel room at 11am exactly. I was nervous the entire time; scared of what I was doing, scared I...might get caught by my mom, and scared my mom might get caught by my dad. Either way, I had to watch. We passed the time talking about my mom. He told me how beautiful he thinks she is and that she was his first white woman. He also asked me what she was like at home and other personal things about her. He loved it when I told her about how sore. ” All but the last had been me yelling. The last part was barely louder than a whisper. I turned and waved my arm. A large set of double doors appeared and I started walking to them.I was about three steps from the door when it happened. Sarah screamed! Saying that doesn’t even begin to describe what really happened. What really happened was the worst pain ever, became a sound and struck me and everything in the area with enough force that I staggered. Everything else ceased to exist. Well not. " That will make me a veteran, once it happens," said Bob tersely. "Which it hasn't yet, I might add. And it won't until I clear the ortho clinic." So, you give me the walking leg and running leg, I'll give you a state of the art wheelchair, and then I can sign your clearing papers," said the nurse."Not acceptable," said Bob. "Take me to your next higher in the chain."What Bob was referring to was the nurse's supervisor in the chain of command. The way you make a complaint in the Army is to use. Not blood-shot, red. The 'whites' of his eyes were a deep scarlet, his red-black pupils so wide that his brown irises were barely visible. It repulsed her, but she found she had difficulty not staring. It was just so freakish!"Hello, Ms. Thomas," said the ex-con. "I'm so glad you could visit. Can I get you a drink?" A drink..." said Pamela, not quite understanding the question. A drink would be nice. She shook her head. Had to focus, not let his weird eyes distract her."This isn't a social.