I wanted to let her know. Each time I grabbed her hand she followed it by touching mine with her other hand. We were growing closer by the minute.The ...ids went to bed around 10:30 PM. She and I moved into the family room with a newly opened bottle of red. I parked my chair behind the sofa. She sat on the sofa with her feet up facing sideways. This way we could be close. That’s one of the difficulties being in a wheelchair. It is extremely difficult to have any type of closeness until you. When I reached room 506 I took a deep breath, cleared my throat and proceeded to knock upon the door. "rap" "rap" "rap".......no answer.I knocked again, only louder this time ..."RAP" "RAP" "RAP".......This time a groggy voice answered "Who is it?" "Wake up call" I replied "Sorry but our wake up phone service is not working." "OK Thank you." he replied.I knocked on the door once again "rap" "rap".....this time the door opened and standing there wearing just pajama bottoms was a tall. Several things went through my head as to what type of accident could have caused her injuries. Call me innocent, ignorant or naïve, but a traumatic rape was not even on my list of possibilities. It just didn't enter my mind. It is not something I would do under any circumstances, and I guess I just expected other civilized men to behave in a similar manner towards women. Especially the women I loved.Sally must have known how I would react to the news she was about to break, as she waited to. They had travelled widely but now visited this resort four times a year. As I talked to the husband and the ladies chattered, BBG joined us. Jaye was visibly shaken and her hand trembled as we shook hands. He kept hold of her hand while we were introduced and had her sit down next to him while the husband started asking me about what I did for a living. BBG -- his name was Jamal - complimented my wife on her beauty and poise and asked her questions about how we were enjoying Jamaica, trailing.