Then he noticed that the door of ward 8 was ajar. Nurses’ carelessness maybe. He knew who lay in ward 8 – a girl in her early twenties who had the...misfortune to be run over by a pickup truck. Simon hesitated for a moment. Deep in the recesses of his mind a strong impetus was urging him to peep in. He had seen her once but desperately wanted to see her again, a fact that he found quite disturbing. Simon peeped in. She was lying motionless on her bed, as could be expected of comatose patient.. He was good. Dan seemed to know his people. I wondered if Dan would consider retiring and handling the group's security full time. I would try to remember to bring it up with Tom.I decided to get some sleep; it had been a hell of a day. I walked into the bedroom and saw a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom. I stopped and picked up each garment: first, a blouse and then a pair of slacks. Then a bra... hmmm... just my size. Lastly there was a little piece of cloth that resembled a thong. I. The potatoes that Bryan grew were a variety that most people wouldn't recognize as potatoes. They were slightly more mealy than the typical russet potato, but the main difference was that they were blue in color, through and through. He boiled them with their skins on until they proved to be soft under the prod of a fork, then poured them out into a colander. With a spoon he peeled the soft skins back from the long slender potatoes and dropped them into a bowl. One by one he peeled the blue. I knew this, I believed this, but still lacked the audacity and courage to act. Momma is laying beside her beautiful lover clad only in red lace trimmed thigh stockings, her shapely slender body on full display. She was gently kissing Johnny's lips, touching his face and stroking his long silver streaked blonde hair with such loving tenderness. The love in her eyes for this man and the way he returned her love in kind, often brought me close to tears. It was that moving to watch them. .