He was 45 now and his days of puppy-love were long gone. The thing is he actually felt a connection with Christina in a way that he hadn’t with anyo...e in years. And all after just a ten minute ride. How silly was that? Tearing his eyes away from the door, he shrugged. Oh well… ‘Excuse me, the mens’ room is calling.’ It was also the only place he could breath anymore. Inside the quiet of the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror and decided that Sean was right. He did clean up well,. H.Govern & Sons,Builders,for your medical,Dr.Cambell wont be long,he has a lad in at the moment having his medical then you,re next,his last one today,take a seat Roy,he should,nt be long",sat myself down & began checking my phone for messages.I could hear a moaning coming from the Dr,s surgery,thinking,"Was the foreman serious about the Doctor liking young boys",sounds like whoever is in there with him is enjoying it.After about 15 mins the door opened to the Dr,s surgery & a young boy walked. But she did love the leaves.It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making. She glanced at her watch, decided she had enough time, and grabbed the phone from her pocket. It was Aimee. She smiled and pressed the green talk button. ‘Hello, Aimee.’ ‘Elizabeth, where are you?’ Aimee sounded frantic, sniffling and excited at the same time. ‘I’m at school,’ she said. ‘What’s wrong?’ She didn’t have time for this. ‘Elizabeth, you need to get to University Medical Center,’ Aimee said. ‘It’s Sean. And Will. They’ve . . . they’ve . . . .’ She heard Aimee’s voice breaking, sobs.