The days the therapist wasn't there, I did what I could. Johnny was determined to play football again. I couldn't see it from my vantage point but I w...s going to try and do my best to help him walk again. I brought Aggie over with me on some days because I heard that animals helped the spirits of the patient to rise. She certainly did that. She sat at his side allowing herself to be petted. We joked that if our house were ever broken into by a burglar Aggie would show him where all the. Introduce yourself." People were drinking wine and mixed drinks with soft music playing in the background so I asked for a gin and tonic and started introducing myself to both the men and women. There were about a dozen people mostly in their forties and fifties. We all looked pretty much like a group at a PTA meeting except the women were dressed seductively showing more cleavage and thigh than might be expected at the PTA . Yet none of the women appeared to be what you would call slutty. . I could see a mixture of shock and tears on the girls face, from the light of her bedside light. Her dad had lost everything. Then Sharon wove the tale of the final hand, but in her version, the inclusion of the teenager in the pot had been her dad’s idea. Anger had at this stage over taken the girl, anger at what her dad’s stupidity had cost them, anger at everything! Sharon wove the tale beautifully, with a craft and skill few realised she had. By the time she had finished she had the. Eagerly, she got up and made her way to his office, kicking off her three inch heels, and letting her hair down along the way. Work could wait, but her sanity couldn't. She carelessly flicked the lightswitch upward and searched the desk for some kind of remote. She carefully skimmed the top of the desk with no luck, and started to open the drawers.Toni reached down to the last drawer, still unable to find some kind of contraption to power the tv and found something that made her curious. There.