They could all rot for all I cared. Was I being selfish and bitter? Many would say that I was. But, all the hot brown stuff that had been dumped on me...was finally making an impact. I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I might be ugly but I was still a human being and deserved to at least be respected, and I wasn’t and hadn’t been, nor ever would be by the—how did Mia phrase it, oh yes—the evil witch of the East.She stirred. “Good morning Mister Bradshaw,” she said.“And good morning to you, Missus. Son-of-a-bitch, it hurt. I opened my eyes, and saw nothing but gray and white.I heard footsteps, and a hand was on my shoulder. I tried to push it away and had to stifle a scream."Relax, Mr. Jeffery, don't try to move," I heard a strange voice intone.I looked over and saw a figure in white standing over me."You've been injured," she said calmly. "Don't move."I was lying on my side, and after trying to shift again, I knew she was right. I shouldn't move."Where..." Mount Sinai," she said. "You. Although the sight of him excited me to a high level, I prepared myself to act cool when I saw him again.“Do you mind if I join you.” My Jamaican fantasy asked. His demeanor was so pleasant and respectful, it was hard to say no. “Sure!” I said with a smile. After running off yesterday, I didn’t want to give him the impression I was afraid anymore. Gene had a blanket in his hand and rolled it out next to mine.“So, you are here on vacation? From the United States?” He asked.“Yes, I’m here for a. "Having problems?" he asked."It's the skirt," I whispered "it keeps flapping open." It's supposed to." he smiled.Brian ordered us a cocktail and asked for the menu, when it came he put it to one side and looked at me."Happy anniversary Anthea." he said raising his glass.I smiled happily and took a sip of my drink, then Brian became serious and I wondered what was coming."Before we order darling," he began "we need to talk about us."My heart sank, all this had been to soften the blow when he.