Twenty minutes later, my world was shattered. My black Camaro was hit hard on the driver's side door. Glass flew everywhere, smoke was billowing from ...he hood. Blood stained my eyes.Then everything went dark. I was minutes away from the hospital I've worked at for years. I heard voices, felt people moving me to the stretcher, people yelling for chest tubes. "Where is respiratory? She needs to be intubated now!" They say when you're near death, you separate from your body. I floated above the. “Well, of course we do, sweets, come and meet Les.” Les had gone back into the small room where the drinks and food were laid out. She wore the same as her five colleagues and I confirmed my first impressions of her, formed as I’d watched the band playing. Long, very long fingers, very short ash blonde hair, dark blue, almost black eyes, turned up nose, good cheekbones, fairly tall, firm braless tits visible under her T now that she’d undone her jacket. Nice. She had a small bag looped onto her. Then, just after her twenty-first birthday, a mild epidemic of influenza struck in March and Mrs. Jones succumbed in the first days, as did the two-year-old daughter; their deaths seemed to sap the Reverend Jones of all will to live, and he too died a fortnight later. The two boys were taken in by members of the congregation, but there was nowhere for Becky to go.The advertisement for a bride to go and join a pioneer in the West seemed like a god-sent opportunity to her. She read carefully all. No hard feelings, mate. If you want it rough, we don't have to do it here." I blinked foolishly at this statement. "C'mon. Just follow me."Right. I should have turned and headed in the opposite direction. I should have landed a kick on the fucker and got going. I could have outrun him - he looked fit but my legs were longer. I should have... But I didn't. What I did do was look furtively over my shoulder to see if anyone had seen this meeting and walk lamely behind him into the abandoned.