She said, “I am okay.” I offered my help, and she said thank you.After three days when there was no response, I texted her again. She asked me to ...ome home. I went to her home after office hours and rang the bell. She opened the door with a smile and welcomed me. She gave some water and started talking.She was wearing night pajamas and a tight white t-shirt. Her boobs were looking so enormous that I got an instant pulse rising in my veins.Ria: I got you worried?Me: Ah, no… I just asked as I. My eyes almost popped out of my head! She was wearing only a long, white T-Shirt that extended down past her waist, halfway to her knees. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were rock hard, poking through the t-shirt. I couldn't tell if she was even wearing panties under the shirt or not. She looked delicious! "What's cool with you?" She asked Mark. "Nothing, Babe," Mark said, "I'll be right back." Mark left the room and Tracy sat down on the couch next to me. "So, you've been checking me. Like she had been burned terribly or was recovering from an auto accident. There was the feeling she was slowly recovering, but yet I knew she would never completely recover from this terrible wounding of her soul. There simply would always be a scar.The following morning wasn't that restful either. I spent a good three hours being interrogated separately by the Inquisitor and two other cabal members, one of them being Patrick, the guy Gordie had mentioned. And I only have one thing to say. Under hypnosis, she remembered she'd been married and that her husband had divorced her. That was trauma she wanted to forget, so she replaced the ex-husband with another man who she WANTED to be her boyfriend. The coma enabled her brain to repress the bad memory of her husband and the divorce, and manufacture the false memory of being happily in love with this other man." She stopped to see if McDill had any questions about what she'd said."Go on," he said."One of the problems is that.