I counter, “Я не могу есть, что я предпочел бы два салата с курицей на них.”I cannot eat that, I w...uld prefer two salads with chicken on them.The desk clerk, replies, “Я лично убедиться, что ваш заказ правильно.”I will personally make sure your order is correct.Ira hands the keys to the waiting bellhop, he takes us to the elevator and we all get in. He makes a mistake when he asks me, “Вы женаты на ангелов смерти?”You are married to the angels of death?Ira barks at him, “Не разговаривайте с. I want him to tell me what to do. But he just looks back at me. His pupils so dilated his eyes look almost black. I can’t hold his gaze, so I press my lips together, turn my back on him, crawl onto the bed and assume the position - ass up, face down. The tried and true position of those about to be buggered.“Did you clean out your ass for me?” he asks offhand, the same way he would if he were asking Liza if she’d had a good day at work. Fuck, he’s rude! I want to snap at him, but inexplicably,. It was like a curse. A horrible curse. So one day I was sitting at the table trying to figure out what to do. “Are you still beating yourself up over your car fright?” My dad Bill asked. “Yes. It just drives me nuts. I’m 21 now, why can’t I get over this? Why is it so damn hard?” I asked. “Well I couldn’t tell you that. But shit happens you know. Just like getting up on stage. Some people have stage freight and others have car freight I guess. But you can’t let it get you down,” Bill replied.. I was frantic with worry as two hours had passed, then the phone rang, I knew it had to be bad news, then the voice on the phone said, "Is this Mrs Greaves? Your husband has been involved in a road traffic accident" I took all the details; my mum was sat there with me as she was going to sit with the kids while we went out.I drove straight to the hospital not knowing what to expect. I went to the ward where the person on the phone had told me to go. The doctor was waiting at the reception to.