I never tried to contact Harry until it was to late.Then before Christmas 1999, after a works Christmas party,I could not get a taxi.so one of the guy... I worked with, said come back to mine we can have a drink and I will call you a taxi home from there.I knew he was gay, well we thought he was, even though he spoke about his girlfriend, we all knew it was his boyfriend.When I got to his flat I knew I was pretty drunk, and declined a drink, he booked me a cab which would take 40 minutes,so I. "I'm Mrs Bowers and my husband..." Hello, Mrs Bowers, we've been expecting you," interrupted the receptionist her eyes filled with compassion. "Your husband's still unconscious and is in intensive care. I'll let Wing-Commander Stephens, who's in charge of his case, know you're here and he'll be along to see you as soon as he can. Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?" I'd love one," said Victoria fervently, " and thank you. What about you, James?" Yes, please."They both went and sat. A wistful sigh escapes her as she turns her eyes to the horizon and wonders once more where he might be? What he might be doing? Her Dreamer. Does he think of her like she does him, she wonders. Does the night caress him with the softest brush of its lips, the darkness creep over his skin all shadows and longing and prickle his flesh with a kiss? She smiles as she closes her eyes and turns her face into the dwindling warmth of the dying light. The night approaches, stealing away from her. Bare, large breasts, red hair, and just a skirt and a whim from me being naked. I closed my eyes and imagined what these savages would do to me if I stepped outside without a top for a second...I imagined them pinning me against a dirty brick wall.I imagined them hoisting my legs with an evil leer on their face....The horn blared again, insistently. I faintly heard the yell but didn't hear exactly what he was saying.I snapped out of it, and shook my head. Silly girl, I thought to myself as I.