"Perhaps you might find someone not as busy that can talk to you.Everyone in the hospital is aware of your claims." No privacy, eh?" Gerald asked."Why...would you need privacy," she asked. "How can we all help if nobodyknows your story?"She turned and left.Gerald sat there for a few moments trying to decide what he wanted to donext. One thing he knew is that he was hungry. There wasn't a tray thereso perhaps they have decided he was healthy enough to go find his ownbreakfast, they probably had a. Firstly, I grew up as the second oldest of four boys. My father was also one of four boys, as was his father and his father before him. All told my family tree sprouts five successive generations with a family of four boys and more importantly to this story… no girls. Consequently, today, I humbly acknowledge that I know nothing about girls and at the same time can quite comfortably blame it on genetics. (See… I told you it wasn’t my fault.) But… this didn’t stop me from thinking that I knew. "Sell, goddam it!" Evie yelled. "Sell!"After several more hours of driving, the limo finally arrived at the inn, a rambling Tudor mansion of several stories. Daphne and Evie got out while their driver unloaded their luggage. As they waited, a BMW sports car tore up, kicking up some gravel before coming to a stop. A handsome man in an expensive suit stepped out and immediately stomped into the inn."Nice guy." Daphne said sarcastically."And easy on the eyes." Evie added, licking her lips."Don't. "This was the first of several conversations that we had about our respective families that week. Even though the sex that accompanied those conversations was extremely rewarding, I have to say that it was while simply talking to Laurel that I came to realize by day three of our time together that I actually loved her. I held off on voicing that sentiment right away.It was two days later when Laurel, already awake and evidently watching my face, grinned at me with her megawatt smile as I slowly.