Way before this thing in Ohio happened, I was already out drifting around the country because I had a lot of personal issues to resolve. I'm still far...too unsettled to commit to a marriage and a family. It wouldn't be fair to either of us, and it sure as hell wouldn't be fair to any kids. Look, I don't know if it's some manifestation of PTSD or just my own emotional immaturity, but I can't wrap my brain around the idea of home and family. I can't and I won't make any promises to you about. And she would make him beg. It was that kind of night, she was feeling confidant. Those were Alex's favorite nights and he was about to get lucky. Taking a deep breath, dropping his jeans and swallowing hard, he gathered himself up enough to follow Donna to their bedroom.As Alex rounded the doorway he saw Donna there slowly undressing. He stopped to take in the scene. She was still in in her t-shirt and was working off those skin tight black pants he loved so much. He would be disappointed in. ’ She pulled her bare arms out from under the blankets and stretched them out in a welcoming gesture. ‘No!’ he yelled. ‘Who are you?’ ‘I’m a woman,’ she answered. ‘I’m a woman who wants you.’ ‘I can’t have you. It is forbidden!’ ‘Don’t you find me just a little bit attractive?’ she asked in a coquette voice. ‘Why don’t you just take off those clothes and come in here? You’ll be glad, I guarantee it. I can do many things for a lonely man.’ Ethan stiffened and his eyes glazed over. They were. So this is the right path, this is where I belong. Steps blur past, I take them two or three at the time. Doors, people, paintings on the walls, all become a tunnel stretched endlessly in front of me, writhing and twisting, but never leading to my passageway to Narnia, no door matches the glowing digits on the key chain. Acid milk burns and I feel the rush of pulse strike from behind. Where are you, where the hell are you? Calm, breathe, focus. Don’t give in to the panic, don’t fall into the.