Take off your watch if you’ve got one on. Kick off your shoes and socks if you’re wearing them. Now unbuckle the belt on your trousers. If you’r... wearing a shirt, undo the top couple of buttons. And then…all the other buttons as well. In fact, just slip the shirt off. And we could probably do without the trousers while we’re at it. Sorry, am I hurrying you? No rush at all, as long as the lot comes off. There we are. Now we’re almost ready. Oh, perhaps you’re wondering about your underwear?. "Yes sir," she replied dutifully."And you could stand to open this a little," he said while unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her ample cleavage."Yes... sir," Nikki said, more nervously."There, that's better," Gruthsorik said as he leaned in to kiss her. Nikki let him for several seconds, then pulled back."Sir, you're making me uncomfortable. I don't- I mean, we shouldn't be doing this," she protested."Nonsense," he replied. "Be a good girl for me and I'll look after you. You have a promising. He looked down at the note. It read, ‘Robbie-Reno, 1975? Beth.’ Beneath her name was a phone number. One of the barmaids walked up to him and regarded him with raised eyebrows. The bartender shrugged and slowly shook his head. ‘Why do I get all the lonelyhearts? Now, where’s that tape?’ ————- My hope was that the New Year would bring me new cheer, but that didn’t seem to be happening. Neither a holiday trip to warm and sunny Phoenix, where my parents had opted to retire, nor two months further. I remembered the pull on that leg when I'd fought free of the wheelchair.I suddenly felt light headed and as I stared at the water it seemed to get closer until every thing went black. I don't remember any thing until I woke up in what I could see was a hospital room.My first thought was of Sally, so I tried to sit up. I got dizzy for a second, but I kept going. Sally needed me.When I was sitting up, I looked around and saw a wheelchair not far from the bed. I slowly eased myself over the side.