Sounds normal enough, right? Well here's whatmy wife walked into... There I was in a dress, lying on my back, panties around one ankle, legs in theair... pumping a big fat dildo in and out of my ass yelling, "Fuck me. Oh gods yes, fuck my tightasshole!” while staring at the screen beside me on which a woman was fucking a man with a hugedildo and jerking him off at the same time... Her scream of "WHAT THE FUCK?!" was the first inkling Ihad that I was no longer alone. I swear if I had any heart. "I hate that name, Jefrey," snarled the voice, pronouncing each syllable as though it was a curse."Oh, uh, sorry, I mean, you guys have fun," Boadie stammered. He put down the receiver."Why would you go and call her Rebekkah?" Cindy glared at him. "You know she hates that name. So what'd she want?" Not, uh, making it to rehearsal. Pardon me for being so ignorant, but can you answer a really, really dumb question?" No such thing as a dumb question," Cindy grinned. "Just dumb people." Seriously,. Dan told her what Joe had said about the accident. She nodded gratefully, “Lovely Joe. He was such a good listener when I could talk about it.” Dan detected the crack in her voice, wanting to reach out to her. When she finally raised her head, she said, "Six months.”"People often come out of comas," Dan said, hoping to be soothing.Connie took a sip of coffee as she gathered her thoughts. "Months ago, the two physicians told us there was little chance of Max ever coming out of it. The trauma of. It was subtle and would have been effective apart from that false start involving Angela's father. I couldn't believe the currency story. It just didn't fit. There was only one conclusion I kept returning to. Angela's father was alive and someone wanted to find him rather badly.I decided to keep my speculations to myself. It was just a gut feeling. I hadn't a scrap of evidence but whenever my thoughts turned down that track, the little warm prickling sensation at the back of my mind grew.