?That?s what it is!? ?What about Sir Roderick?? she asked. ?Did Raven say what he made of it all?? Her husband paused, his hand on their bedroom door....?Sir Roderick,? he said heavily, ?is in a coma. Not expected to recover, according to Dr. Gregson.? ?My God!? cried Susan, clutching the covers to her throat in her agitation. ?What happened to him?? ?Apparently the ghost attacked him. Don?t wait up for me, Susan?no idea when I?ll be back.? And, with that, he left, slamming the bedroom door. The place looked like a real dive bar. Izzy froze at the door. Was he ready to do this? Would he throw away everything that he was? He took in a deep breath and walked in. The place was even dingier inside. It was filled with some of the worst type of people known to man. Truckers, drunks and shady tourists all crowded in together cheering on the poor girl on stage. Izzy grabbed a drink and sat down. The drink was passable at best. Is this what the rest of the world did for fun? The DJ grabbed. We loved in dreams, so many times I would wake, his hand in mine, fresh from the touch of him, basking in the afterglow of just a memory. More sleep could come then, safe and secure, the best of all. Twenty plus years of living that, with just a few short weeks in the middle of pain. My fault, my error, my failure, that short period. Then the ending, nearly three long hard years of worry and fear, finally over. One is never ready. There were no children as a result of our unions, I was fertile,. Satisfied, he hurried home to find all four women already home and dinner almost ready. He went to kiss Carla, but she redirected him to Vickie. By the time Vickie let him breathe, Matt was seriously considering doing her on the kitchen table. Vickie turned him to Denise, whose kiss left him breathless. Denise aimed him at Sue, who finally directed him to Carla. Carla’s kiss was short, but she knelt when she finished and sucked him off to relieve the stiffness the kisses had caused.Rather than.