But he felt doubt start to gnaw at him. "Is ... is that why you came to me, Kieu-Linh ... is that why you're with me? Because ... you feel sorry for m...?"She narrowed her eyes. "How dare you." I mean ... I'm ... I'm messed up. Obviously. And—" James Tiberius Hitchens! I will not have you mock my feelings for you by wrapping yourself in pity. I love you. I love you so much. And I won't let you turn that into something less powerful than that." He'd told her his middle name long ago. She'd never. I felt heat rapidly rising to my head.For a moment, there was confusion on Pete’s face. Then it changed to amusement. “Wait, are those yours? Holy shit, I thought they came with the album!”My mind raced as I stared at the pictures, keeping them turned away from my friends. How the hell did these get into Pete’s hands? I looked at the jewel box still resting at his feet. I could make out the white backside of a third photo lying in the space behind where the black disc holder would normally be. I wheeled myself over to the body of the man, and I was actually angry. He didn’t have the right to go this way; no, he didn’t; but, he had.She came up behind me. I was staring. It was all I could do. It was all I knew to do. I’d seen men die. I’d killed men. But this was way different. Cancer was a way different way to die, a dirty way to die.“Sam,” she whispered, “this has to be left to me. You need to let me handle everything, sir. Please. I looked around at her. I nodded, slowly. You said you had a fuzzy head when you woke up 30 mins later and shouted me back to bed. Im coming I said and brought you a drink and some more pills. I told you they would make you feel better and relax you. You threw them to the back of your throat and swallowed.Roll over on your stomach and Ill give you a massage I said. I'll get the oil. I said as I whispered to my friends in the other room. I warmed it up and poured it all over your back, ass, and legs. You loved the sensation as it.