I’m sorry to say ... it was felt necessary to refer her for a psychiatric assessment. I expect you’ll be hearing from them.”“Well, thank you f...r letting me know, Sister. Perhaps I shall be able to visit later?”“I should put that off for the time being, Mister Upthorpe, but her doctor will be in touch.”“Thank you, anyway. I’ll let you get on. Goodbye.” Why could I not visit my wife?“Goodbye.”It was evening before I received a call from Doctor Jones at the Linden Centre.“Mister Upthorpe. How are. Maybe it was a hidden camera stunt or that he was going to go downstairs naked and they all be dressed and then they use that as proof he needed to go. He sighed and walked up to his room; his towel wrapped around his waist and rubbed between his legs to dry his thighs.Of course there was a nervousness there. Not a single girl had seen him naked for months and his dates of late had fizzled into apathy and rejection. He needed to stop worrying; three girls wanted him to be naked and he reached. I hated myself for waking her up but finally decided to go for it.“Angela?”, I called her out softly with a little tap to her shoulder. She opened her small beautiful eyes and asked what time it was. I said it’s time for her drop. She felt so relaxed and thanked me for all the comfort.I wanted to tell her that I don’t want this journey to end but I kept my mouth shut as obviously, I love my life!Well, finally her stop came. She turned around, hugged me before getting off, and once again thanked. "What's wrong? Anything I could help with?" Nah," he said, not thinking this was the kind of thing she'd be good at. Winona was very single-minded, but intellectual puzzles weren't her big suite. "Just some 'angel' stuff. So are you ready for tonight's concert?" Oh, I'm more than ready," she told him, the gleam in her eyes showing she'd taken to the whole stage persona. "But I'm pretty tense. I suspect we could both use some relaxation." Well I ... wait, how rude of me," he said, suddenly.