Gibson, your father has suffered some brain trauma as you know."I nodded. He continued."It seems that he has suffered some amnesia. He doesn't know wh... he is and probably will not recognize you or your mother." What? I don't understand," I said."He is very disoriented right now and most cases like this the amnesia is temporary. It might go away in a few hours, a few days or even weeks. It might be wise to wait until your mother gets here before you go and see him." Why do you say that?" I. On the subway heading uptown. Everyone is buzzing about how the event centered on the intersection of Madison Ave and East 36th. I was in the intersection. That's where I stripped off my jacket and top and skirt. I was at Ground Zero. How disturbing.Also disturbing is the attention being paid us by men. That look of speculation in their gaze ... Were you in the event? Were you photographed or videoed nude? Were you raped, maybe? My fellow would-be victims see it too. This never-before look of. One night, as usual, I was late from work. By 1:30 am I took a rickshaw for home. I was kind of horny that night. I also had an off the next day cos of the rigorous schedule, I had decided to take a day’s break. I decided to stop the rickshaw at that spot and just talk to them. Just wanted to try something bold.I opened my wallet, left 1200 bucks in it and took away my debit card and the rest of the cash and hid it away in my backpack. I didn’t want to be ripped off.I told the rickshaw driver. American Airlines." Huh. How come I missed it?" You've been writing all day for the last two days. You've been so absorbed you wouldn't have noticed if I was here or not," Sasha said with a smile.Dad eyes became intense. "I'll always notice you, Honey. Always."A shiver of pleasure ran through her. She actually felt her nipples stiffen. Damn. How does he do it? "I'm going to pack. You should too." I will," he said returning to the laptop, fingers moving.Sasha sighed and left. He wouldn't. He'd.