She was cold, ruthless, and could take on nearly anyone she wanted, and come out on top. The guy beneath her was crawling away, dragging his left leg ...long with him, as she sighed and rolled her eyes at his stupidity. Walking over to him, she kicked his side and pulled the handgun from its holster, pointing it at his right leg. "Stay still, unless you want to be dragging both your legs," she calmly spoke, not showing the slightest hint of remorse. The man flinched, cowering beneath her, and. Wilson, ever hear of HIPPA? Short and sweet is that I can't tell you a thing about the patient or let you stay with her without violating a law that has become quite popular for the feds to enforce ... I'm not risking my license this close to retirement." List me as her brother, then. I'm telling you I'm her brother. I'll sign anything you want me to." Look, Mr. Wilson, you told the cop and our paramedic that you were traveling and she passed you and wrecked. That you didn't know her..." Fred,. ”Jude squinted at me. “Wait a minute,” she said suspiciously, “are you quoting Yogi Barret?”“Yogi Berra,” I corrected her. “He was a great spiritualist, too.”“Ha ha ha,” my wife fired back. “Do you ever take anything I do seriously? This is important to me.”“I’m sorry, honey, you’re right,” I said, in all sincerity. “You never answered my question?”“What question was that?” she asked getting up from the table to freshen our coffee. I seriously doubted she didn’t know which question I was. She said: “Oh, I like this, darling!” As I passed my hand around her to fasten the bra clip, this was about to fall, she grabbed my hand. I asked: “What’s the matter?” “Oh, Marcos, sorry, I’m so embarrassed, I don’t want you to see me naked. You know, it’s been too long since anybody ever saw me naked. I don’t like promiscuity just to find true intimacy and love, Marcos.” I whispered: “Want me to stop this and leave?” “Well, no, I don’t, but…” I alleged: “I think you just need a hand.