Evenlooking back at what had gone before, decisions and unquestioned choicesnow were filtered through a; is this really me or..., type process. Andas ...he had been told by Dr Franklin, that way lay madness anddestruction. But even he had admitted to not fully knowing, let aloneunderstanding what 'Pete' had gone through. Talked about post-traumaticstress and pondered various medications, something Jo railed against.But facts had to be faced. Pete no longer existed. Either Joannaacknowledged a. “I need one of them too” he said as he stood up and clambered to the hallway, I tried to pull myself together but it was a lost cause as Mike returned struggling to pull up his boxers, his cock dangling limp.“Damn Frank, that is some serious shit we just smoked eh!” and he wasn’t joking.I think he gave up with his boxers as he threw them to the ground and stood there naked with his cock still dangling, “Fuck it” he said, “Staying naked” which made us both laugh.“Boys will be boys” I said as I. He said it wasn’t cancer and I trusted him. But there was obviously something wrong, something important. Tara was clutching onto Dan’s other arm. Her face had gone white when I mentioned cancer. When Dan said no, her eyes showed a bit of relief but not much. Maybe I felt the same way, I don’t know. I couldn’t really tell you what I was feeling. Like I said, I was hollow and empty – no feelings!With the two of us clinging to Dan like limpets, he steered us into the living room. Dad was sitting. Finishing off his drink, thoughts of expectation and excitement flooded through Steve's mind as to how the following day's encounter with Monique in her shop would transpire. He tried to paint many mental pictures of what she looked like; perhaps she was a tall Nordic looking blonde ice queen or perhaps a buxom red haired temptress. But then again, what if she was some overweight middle aged woman who may have sounded sexy over the phone but was a complete turn off. In the end it didn't really.