My first real interaction with Tish would come about six months into the job at our office Christmas part. Sorry, Holiday Party. This was the dawn of ...he PC era. At this point in my early twenties, I had only been with about four women, and I was painfully shy. The answer for me in those days was alcohol, and plenty of it. In looking back with more experience, I recall dozens of times when I was getting signals of interest that I either didn’t pick up on or was too scared to act on. But I. Apparently Rachel also thought I was an asshole because she said-“You're just gonna leave me here to die? My head is killing me and you want to leave me in my final moments?!?” She was joking with me, thinking it was funny. If only she knew my situation. I guess in hindsight, she probably wouldn't have appreciated my situation the same way I did, but still.“No, of course not” I lied “ I was just gonna take off my shoes and lay down with you for a little while until you feel better” I felt like. ‘Get my things!!’ she screamed, beyond all control. ‘No! There’s no reasoning with you when you’re like this. I’m going for a run.’ ***** After hearing about Hurst, Aidan had walked away from her, leaving her trapped in his apartment. Fury boiled in French’s veins. She wanted to tear her hair out, break things. She was seething with fury and outrage, felt that doing damage to something or someone would soothe some of the hurt she was feeling. She wanted out – out of the apartment, out of. Goodnightmother... rest in peace.I returned my attentions on Andy. He was snoring, so atleast he was still alive."Please... don't kill him." I heard from the living room.I walked over to where I'd dragged Mary's chair. She'dworked the gag out of her mouth. I moved to replace it."No... please, listen," she began.I paused and looked in her eyes, the eyes of the jock thathad looked at me with such disdain when I was beginning mytransformation. The eyes of the person that had shied awayfrom me like.