"I like working for you, and I don't want to lose the job," I started."But I think there is something wrong with me. Maybe it's more than Ican handle.... I wiped my eyes and regained my composure."Next weekend, I am taking off," he said. "I can take care of yourduties, and I want you to go see these two people." He then took a penout of his pocket, and found a piece of scrap paper lying around. Hewrote two names down."Who are these people?" I asked."Two people who will be able to help you with. You really interfere with my concentration in class. I dream of you, for that matter. Still, since I get enough sleep, those dreams can’t take up all my sleeping time.” Andy was sometimes painfully honest. It was being intellectually honest, not saying something which didn’t make sense to him. Still, he might be wrong about dreams. She remembered something about REM sleep being the deepest sleep and when dreams came.The next afternoon, she had a Developmental Psych class. Well, the question. "It causes severe stomach cramps. If you can find something to take your mind off the pain it'll pass faster."Come to think of it, I hadn't noticed the pain since she had bent over. Uh-oh, Mr. Wiggly was showing himself again, and the pleasurable friction against my gown had distracted me from the cramps.The nurse looked down. "Mmm... maybe there is a way to take your mind off it..." She got up, headed to the other side of the bed, and pulled the privacy curtain all around the area, cutting off. What did you guys do? Win the lottery or something?" I said, waving my arms around the room."You're either a good guesser or a very lucky boy. That's exactly how this place came to be. Do you remember when everyone was freaking out over a seventy-five million dollar jackpot that remained unclaimed for almost a year nearly twenty years ago? That was the sisters and me," Sheila said."It took us that long to set up a corporation to hold the ticket. We decided that we would fly under the radar. We.