It occurred to me, for possibly the first time, that there was no guarantee I'd be somewhere useful. I'd been lucky so far, always ending up close to ...here I wanted to be, but I could be anywhere, really. In a hospital gown. Good God. I was surrounded by fields of mostly thick grasses, no signs of habitation anywhere. I couldn't decide if that made me more or less likely to be raped until I found some clothes and figured out where I was.I tied the gown at the back as best as I was able, then. Deirdre had been tucked into Maureen's car already."Change of plan. Can I ride with you? A cousin will pick me up at your place." Sure. I'm sorry about your car. Did I hear right? It is a memento from your mother?" Yeah," Joey sighed. "My father's cousin owns a body shop. He'll fix it. It's insured, too." Okay, hop in. Let's get this drunken sailor into her cot."Johnny sat in the back with Deirdre as Maureen pulled out."I think it's really cool of you that you don't blame Deborah," Joey voiced. We have known each other for years and chatted away about this and that, what our offspring were getting up to and stuff. We talked about when we were both going through our divorces, years ago, and the subject arose of why we had never got together. It turned out that she had actually wanted to and I told her that I was gutted at the missed opportunity. We were in the kitchen, looking out of the window and talking, I could feel her moving closer to me and she was getting more touchy feely. I told him my name and said that I hoped I wasn’t overstepping anything but that I was really enjoying what we were doing. Through his tears he said he was fine with it and that it felt good and that he appreciated me being there for him. I asked him if he’d ever done what we were doing and he said that he and a buddy from the Marines had been together on leave and spent a weekend together and that he’d really enjoyed that. He said he was straight, though, but was enjoying my company. So, I.