She stopped in front of me and looked into my eyes, just as I looked into hers. We hesitated a few moments and I started to greet her when she beat me...to it."Dallan O'Casey, it is my extreme honor to meet you and to be your caretaker." With that said she moved right in front of me and placed her arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. A kiss that I can still feel. A kiss that scorched my heart. A kiss that branded my heart with her. I never want to let her go for ANY reason. As she held me, I. I was about to say some "thank you's" in leaving, when she turned to walk into her living room, while still talking. I followed her, then when she sat down, I sat down on the small couch right next to her. We were facing each other, and I had a flashback of Guilt over what I had blurted out in the kitchen. She touched my knee (giving me a jolt), and said to forget about it, and that she really enjoyed dinner, AND my compliment.Then she adjusted a little, relaxing her head on the soft back of. The load ofshingles threw him off balance. His leg went one way, his body the otherand then he pitched back and down 15 feet to the ground. I'd seen the wholething, but it all happened so fast that I didn't have time to react.It was bad, but it could have been much worse. As it was Dad had a compoundfracture, translated into a very badly broken right leg. He was in thehospital for three days and when he came home he was restricted to thecouch in the Florida room because his cast ran from his. Gloria immediately told me I would be coming to her home to recuperate, and wouldn't hear anything else. My doctor ageed, and so that was decided. She stayed a bit past visiting hours, and we small-talked. "So...be honest," she said, "How are you feeling now?" I told her I was okay as long as I didn't move - which was a given because my left arm was strapped to my chest, and the right was in a very short sling. "Gee, she said, "How do you pee?" I layghed and told her pretty nurses did all of my.