No arguing. Understand?’ ‘Sure! But no promises on bedtime! I am 12, ya know!’ she stated with authority. Brat crawled onto the bed beside me an... curled up in my arm. We had spent so much of the last several weeks like this in a hospital bed that it felt natural now. Which was really depressing when I thought about it. ‘So, Reg, thank you so much. You probably saved my life today.’ ‘Yeah. Thanks, Reg. You, well, I can’t ever thank you enough,’ Brent added, his eyes glistening. ‘Oh, don’t worry. I was trying hard to get comfortable in the hard bed I had used for almost a year before the 9mm wake up call. It was quite the shock to find that my bed, and none of the chairs I owned were at all comfortable. That isn’t quite true the second hand, office type chair wasn’t too bad. Also I guess the short time I spent in my one dining room type chair was fine.It was the sofa, the stuffed chair, and the bed that were the problems. I was too cheap to replace all the furniture. Even if most of it. Tonight was the last night of the conclave with nearly a third of the participants having already left for home.Alan glanced down at his watch and decided that five more minutes and he was out of here. He really hadn't been that hungry when most of the delegates had gone to dinner, but he was starting to feel otherwise now. The hotel dinning room was still open for another hour so he should have no problem getting a table."Excuse me," a woman's voice said from behind Alan, "but by any chance. “I know what I want. These females don’t.” Desiree whispered in his ear.As the bell rung, Shawn realized she was very different. He was different, too, in his own ways. He saw her beauty other than the obvious.She began to see the same, she was guiltless.“You know why my mother named me Desiree? Why I am the way that I am today?” She said.“Well, your name literally means… desire, right?” Shawn said.At this point, Shawn and Desiree had walked together to the point where they had gone to the.