Then I lifted the floor covering to find my spare tire. I could not turn the big nut that held it in place.I composed myself then turned around to ask... “Would one of you strong men like to help a girl out?”The ‘lady’s man’ stepped forward. He knew that he was good looking. He was everything that I normally try to avoid. His shirt was off, he was flexing his muscles, and he swaggered as he walked. I was tempted to laugh at him and make him look like a fool in front of his friends but I didn’t. I. How did that idealistic young man become the cold cynic thathad existed till yesterday? It made me wonder, and it also made me thinkof something that Mr Black had said.Not that it mattered, Mr Black, but no, he wasn't always like that.Mr Donald seemed to be getting worse though.I repeated his vitals. His heart rate and breathing rate were faster,and I had to increase his flow of oxygen to keep his blood oxygen levelsat an acceptable point.When I felt I'd re-established his comfort I went to. With out a word you look me in the eyes with a mischevous smile and sugest its your turn first with only a justure you pres you finger to my lips asureing my scilence and cwoperation you move close to my ears and whisper you promised and you linger around my neck tempting kisses and just sugsteing touches each thought a potent dream shaired but no word shaired just impulses of happy ness and dreams and desireyou have me mounted and strattled but you pause and lisen for any sign of watchers or. They talked about nursing, since Carol was the school RN. They talked about special education and international logistics for obvious reasons. They talked about on-line scrabble and backgammon, and the Face book craze. It was such a calm and uneventful evening that Jon almost forgot the true nature of who each of them were and why they were all together. As they finished an after dinner wine, Carol reminded them. ‘I have something different I would like to do this week-end,’ she began in her.