He slowly became aware that the edge of his hand was resting against her left breast and yanked his hand back. What if Mary had seen that? She might t...ink I was fondling Aly when she wasn't around, even though I haven't. She'd know for sure that I'd fondled some patients. Especially Tiffany, that sexy little bitch who just had to mention to her mother that she'd had a pelvic exam during her physical. Mare will tell Hodgson, divorce me, take Aly away, and let me lose my license, all out of spite. I knocked at the front door, as I had done many times before, but this time was different. I was getting exactly what I wanted. The main door opened, followed by the screen. He looked directly at my face. “Hey Quinn.” “Hey.” I replied just as his eyes noticed my attire. They trailed the whole length of my body as a little smile started on his face. He seemed a little confused, and at the same time knew what I was about. “What are you doing?” “Just came over to hang out. You?” “Just finishing a. Ill give you a call soon, when Im ready to talk. I still love you no matter what. With that he paid the bill and left me sitting there at the table alone. I was miserable, but hopeful. He was obviously disappointed in me, as was I in myself, but there was still our love. That in itself gave me the strength to be patient. I would wait however long it took, and I would so faithfully. I went about the rest of that day and the next running errands, cleaning house, preparing for my family to return. All characters in these stories are eighteen years of age or older.Prologue:A heavy set man slams his fist down on the head of a small crying boy who is knuckling his eyes with his small hands.“Wa, wa, wa! You want your mommy! What are you, a girl?”The boy glares at the man, his cheeks covered in tear tracks as he yells, “I’m not a girl!”****************************************************A couple of years later the same man is dragging the same boy, this time wrapped in fish sausages toward a.