I need to hold you.’ She came to me and we held to each other as best we could, what with the wheelchair between us. The room was filled with our lo...e for one another, a love that had us both in tears of absolute ecstasy until she finally pulled back. ‘What are we going to do, Danni?’ she asked. ‘We can’t go through life pretending that I’m just your nurse. You’re almost ready to walk and you won’t need a care giver any more.’ ‘I might not need a caregiver, Jenni, but I’ll always need you.. Trick or treat anyone? On my way to the armory, I slipped into the kitchen. Caffeine is the genie in the Java. I warmed my hands as I rubbed Aladdin's mug, inhaled a fragrant cloud of coffee steam and wished the butterflies in my gut would go back to sleep. Pre-mission jitters; I didn't want to screw-up. =^.^= "Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?" Sheila nodded at the antique pendulum clock on the Armory wall as the second hand clicked to the twelve o'clock position and the 1890s era timepiece. A light knock at the door caught my attention and I headed to it to see if we were in trouble for making too much noise. I sniffed in derision because it looked like everyone else was so caught up in their own little worlds of nude interaction and restrained copulation.The 2 nude females at the door were the couple from next door. I had met them in the lobby and invited them for a drink earlier. Their names were Hillary and Monica. I thought that was some sort of a put on or joke, but I was. With tears forming in my eyes, I softly murmured, I just want whats best for you. He pulled me under his arm, stroked my hair and said, I know. I pulled myself closer to him and buried my head into his broad chest. I tried my best to refrain but eventually I couldnt hold back anymore. My eyes moistened and I began sniffling fiercely. He felt my body shaking and felt my salty tears on his chest. He lifted my chin with his finger and asked what was wrong. I told him how hard it would be for me to.