About a half past six my client sends me a text as I asked and I sent him the address and room number. I turned on the tv and waited for the knock on ...he door.7pmRight on time the knock comes. I slowly walked to the door and took a couple deep breathes before answering. I open the door and am surprised to find an fairly attractive older gentleman. I invited him in and told him he could have a seat on the couch. This guy was really interesting and sweet. He was average height, had well kept. I got most, but not all of the weekends. Occasionally, though, she did a weekend thing with somebody, returning to tell about where she went but no mention of her companion.The thing that most kept me hanging in there wasn’t her lovely face, her lush body, nor the skill with which she used it for our mutual pleasures. It was the deeper bonding of two people meant to be together. Encouragingly, there seemed to be a gradual lessening of her other affairs, maybe sort of a weaning process.The. If Brandon or his men find them on the train they would need to defend themselves. Abby grabs her own bag and they walk up to the ticket booth. Dana orders their tickets to Maine as Abby looks around. There are more than a hundred people at the train station but it only takes a second for Abby to spot three men dressed in black looking around the crowd. Abby turns quickly and grabs Dana's arm, pulling her towards the pass through with their bags."Abby, what's wrong?"Dana asks in concern. Abby. Too high, he sighed. Too high… He saw her in the dayroom, or so someone called that wood-beamed ambrosia, and she was in a wheelchair, and he wondered what had happened to put her there. Anti-psychotics, her physician told him. She had suffered a break. Schizophrenia, but she was compliant, wanted to fight the disease. He went to her, held her as she cried. As she apologized time and time again, as she breathed her desire for him, her desire to be with him always. He didn’t know what to do,.