I tried to find out who the guy could be, but without success.I secretly checked her mobile many times and looked for sms and calls but not a hint was...there. Whenever we chatted, I asked her in one way or the other if she had a boy friend, to which she always replied no as always.I sought every opportunity to touch her, to smell her, to talk naughty and to insert ‘dual meaning’ words and sentences during our conversation and all this was happening without any hint to our mother while I and. I then notice that the pile of garbage is actually a crudely built shelter.Quite freaked out, but not really feeling particularly coherent, or good in general, I do my best to calmly ask why I’m tied up. What comes out instead is muffled words. I then come to the conclusion my mouth has been covered with something. I touch it with my tongue, trying to move it down, but all I get is a nasty taste in my mouth. “Of course it’s not clean” I think to myself sarcastically.The person inside the. The state had a Good Samaritan law -- anyone could report an overdose without worrying about the cops. He called 911. The first responder was a female EMT ... her name is Laura. She gave me a dose of naloxone and it brought me right around. That scared me, Nick. It scared the shit out of me." So you decided to quit? Go into rehab?" No. When the other EMTs came in with the stretcher and other gear I was up and around ... lucid. Laura covered for me -- told them I was okay and that I didn't need. There is nothing much I can do about it. Just like many other women we have fantasized about, she is another woman on your list. So it’s ok.Me: Thanks, bro. That will help. All these days, I have not been able to control my thoughts. But at the same time, I was dying of guilt. Talking to you helped me. You are the best friend one could have.Akram: I am not sure about that.Me: Why?Akram: I have a secret to tell you too.Me: What is it?Akram: I have a crush on your mom too. I have never seen her.