They don't make me myself." I guess I knew that. I'm sorry..." It's okay. I understand. We talked for about two hours last night. I probably owe her a...ton of money, but I've never paid her anything. Oh dear." It suddenly dawned on Rhonda that she'd never seen a bill from Dr. McCall. I suppose her insurance was paying for things. I hoped. "Anyway, I'm still sad. I'm sad that we lost the chance to have a baby together. That will always make me sad, Brian. And I bet it makes you sad, too. What the. He wanted to throw a protective arm round her, to assure herthat he would reunite her with her husband. However, he froze; MrsSmyth-Carter moved in a different social world to Jim's usual femaleclients, and in 1950s America, a guy like Jim definitely did not takeliberties with "dames" like her.A brief pause allowed her to compose herself and continue to relate howa casual leafing through pulp magazines one fateful morning began thechain of events. "We were out driving, out in the bay area,. There is a girl of about twenty, possibly drugged, with some bruises on her upper arms. There is a young man, with a probable concussion, unconscious. There are two more young men, unconscious but with no visible injuries. And I have a scratch from a knife." What?! Five injuries? Let me get more ambulances."I sat with the girl, who was not quite asleep but not awake either, and talked quietly to her. "The help is on the way. Just wait a few more minutes, everything will be alright."The time. See you, gang.(Darkside) I wonder if we could create a chat log with images just like the stories with images?(Regal) I'd love to see images based on Chalker's works. :)(nanomage) I think just about every author has had a chat now.(TgDon) Not every author....(*Anne-Mal) Wait till you get under the spotlight, nanomage! You too, Don.Editor's Note- That's correct! Just e-mail me!(TgDon) I know, anyone who wants to do a chat night can have one. :)(nanomage) Well, I don't have anything much to say.