How could Astrid have been married to a man like that? How could he do those terrible things to her? Sandra was very frightened by this event.We cared...for Astrid over the next week, as she recovered. There were twice daily soaks in the hot water of the Jacuzzi, and us just being there for her when she needed to cry. She slowly improved.One of the first things we had asked her was how long she had been like that."Astrid, how long was Roger here?" I asked her on Saturday morning."He showed up on. Thankfully it was only a few minutes until the approaching siren and eventually the ambulance headlights turned into the alley. For such an awkward setup, the paramedics were quick about transferring her to a stretcher and lowering her down and into the truck. They stabilized her head with a strap and brace, but pronounced her all right. As the relief spread through the crowd of onlookers, I nudged through to get my coat. ‘Where are you taking her?’ ‘Northwestern.’ They secured the stretcher in. The following morning Anne and myself got breakfast in bed the guys getting everything ready so all I had to do in the morning was back off the bank and head up stream as I looked through the center passage to see what was behind as I reversed Anne and Tim were disappearing into his cabin for her first fuck of the day, meanwhile I pushed on towards Blanchetown intending too moor their and have dinner at the pub. Anne must have felt sorry for me when she came out from having fun because she sat. I took another look at my arm. The one with the strange tattoo on it to be sure I wasn’t imagining it. Some hangover hallucination. Sure enough there it was. Freshly applied. At that point my stomach had had enough. I felt the contents of last night returning, a bulge inching up my throat at a fast pace. I ran for the toilet then spewed all the alcohol and chicken fries from last night. I’m not a huge drinker. My room mate’s the partier. She’s a pro. Actually she’s a stripper paying her way.