"That summer, we had a brilliant time. But it was never to be." Why?" She," he sobbed gently, "sh.. shee... got ill. That summer. Neither of us knew i... at first. But she started becoming unwell. Being tired. She'd get panicky for no reason. Jittery. Almost scared of something a lot of the time. Then she'd get physically sick. Everything seemed to hit her hard. She went to the doctors one afternoon. She was so worried. I... I was so worried. She couldn't really talk about it for weeks. And then. They're talking as if I'mnot even here. What's this crap about me getting sexually active? Ifthey think I'm going to let some boy do me, they're nuts! Dan thought.Damn! I wish I had never met that faggot Bobby! Damn! I can't believethat I am just lying here letting them do this to me. Shit! Shit! Whatchoice do I have? Maybe, I should go to school like she said and get mybutt chewed. At least it would be over, but I would be nobody and stuckwith all the queers and freaks for the rest of my life.. His lawyer and long-term friend, Alex Marshal, had drawn up the papers and they were satisfactory. Sam placed the pistol on the documents and went over all the details in his mind, it was the best he could do.The doorbell rung, and Sam looked at the clock. "Shit that's Ben, and I still have to take a shower." With that Sam put the pistol in his desk drawer, locked it and hurried to the shower adjacent to his study.As Ben waited at the door he reflected for the umpteenth time lately how. "I fear we are a very struggling enterprise. And if this latest production doesn't make the grade, we will be in a bit of bother. Don't worry - you'll get your money OK." Oh, no!" sighed Veronica. "You saved my life tonight with that lovely fire and all that warming exercise. If I can ever help, I will. Not that that is very likely, alas, apart from my minimal acting talent!"Then she explained to the Director the reason for her being in a state of undress."What a story!", he exclaimed. "We.