The illness my 79 year old great aunt had kept her awake and she wasn’t able to sleep very well. Trying various things I finally broke down and took...her to a specialist her physician suggested several months back. Regardless from that point forward, everything was taxing me. It showed because I had been losing sleep trying to take care of her. I’d fall asleep a few times in my office, down the hall from everyone such as Jessica. I took 15 minute naps 2, 3 and sometimes 4 times a day. It wasn’t. The rest were almost strangers off the street. Not a comfortable experience for me, and I don't think for Dianne, either. She spent most of her evening with the same three men; me, your Dad, and Don Preston. Oh, and a couple of times with Bill Haywood, too, I think." What about my Dad?" she wanted to know. "Do you think he had a good time?" Brad? Yeah, for the most part he did. Mind you, there was a guy by the name of something Madison that kept hanging around your father, and I don't think. “I don’t know. Maybe it is pervy to look at a friend and say she looks good. I’m sorry.”“You’re not just some friend, though. And I know where your heart is.”“Still, I’m sorry. Really. I wasn’t checking you out in that way.”“I know ... Because those days are over.”I stared at her, and she held my gaze.“They are over,” I agreed. “But now I’m sorry for making this weird.”She shook her head. “Oh, Matt ... You’re too funny sometimes.”“What?”“I just wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t been so. After looking around for a few minutes, I found a woman who was generously showing everything. Much to the appreciation of the men in the chatroom. She wasn’t playing with herself, rather she was just showing off, but judging by the conversation she was carrying on, she was not far from it. When seated at her computer you could only see her face and bare shoulders, but she would regularly move back and show her full nakedness. She would smile and laugh and then sit down again to see what.