I am pretty sure Linda is talking to one at school." Yeah, there is a guy here who talks to me – some sort of psychologist. Look, Martin, I apprecia...e what you are saying. But I didn't have much time to think during the attack. Now that I've been lying here, knowing how close I was to dying, I am terrified. It's not just guilt over Linda. I am afraid to go out. I don't know if I could defend myself, much less somebody else, if a kid says boo!"I am such a wimp. Those guys could have gutted me. He was standing there when heremembered the panties he had on, and for some reason turned around, pulleddown the PJ's & panties.Then he sat down to go. After he was done heremembered what his mom did back in the restroom yesterday. So he took sometoilet paper and wiped his winky off just like his mom did. He decided hedidn't want any pee stains on the cute peach undies. He then got redressed,washed his hands, and brushed his teeth. Once finished he grabbed Sarah, andheaded down to see what was. He walked us both into the family room sitting across that leather sofa was a very lovely and charming old fashion wood burning stove. He told us a few guys from work had helped him pick it up today and bring it back here.John looked to us as he said, ”Well let's get her installed girls.”We all went to work John and Michelle ran the saws. While I was the official pipe holder and gofer as I went for this and went for that. I have always enjoyed going to one of their worksites. These two moved in. Although the road was clear there were spots where below freezing temperatures had frozen a thin residue of moisture.She drove the big SUV like a race car, lapping every other car on the road. Her gloved hands gripped the leather-bound steering wheel with authority. She caught me sneaking peaks at her. I told myself I was only looking to make sure she was awake and alert. A tall woman, she wore corduroy slacks under a heavy parka and I suspected a sweater. Short brown hair framed a round face,.