Lived alone. No previous healthproblems. Will probably be unprepared’ I see. Yes. Well,Mr. Duchose, I am here to inform you that you are now ata...new stage of your existence. That is, you are what youwould describe as ‘dead.’ “Actually it is the wrong term, but that is what youwould probably call it. Your other life ended lastnight, and you have now arrived here. I am your personalservant, and this is your room, and for quite some time,perhaps for all ‘time’. They were all jockeying for TV time.“Ambassador Jones. Nate Slick, Sweet Home Alabama. What progress is being made in apprehending the terrorist Saif?”“The task force has only been in business 4 days. It is just getting its feet wet and in those four days we already have had to increase its size; there is so much data coming in to deal with,” I said.“However, slow progress is being made in answer to your question. I just cannot go into details today,” I added.“Ambassador Jones, Bridget Harper,. I didn't think much of it until she was at my desk one day. She was saying she needed to get to a chiropractor. I'm not sure why I said it, but I confidently offered to massage her. Half-jokingly, half-serious I thew out the offer. Without even a hesitation I remember Sara looking at me, and smiling."Ok." She said. That's it. Just an "ok". Our eyes met and she said, "When?" I'm off the next two days if that works," I told her."My roommate's gone all week, how about tomorrow night?" she asked. Recognizing the chocolate smooth voice I looked up, it was the bus driver, mark, who took me to college every day, the one who everyone’s current fantasy revolved around. I certainly couldn’t look at him without blushing let alone speak. He obviously didn’t recognize me so I decided to have some fun. “OH Honey don’t you charge less for cash” “No what else you got” “What you offering me” I whispered “Oh behave you naughty girl and sit down” I took my place on the seat just to the left of.