Del’s breath had deepened and she felt blood flowing to places she did not want it to now. This was her son. And his friend. Preparing to have se....“You said I could talk to you. You are going to listen, mom. There is something very wrong with me and you are going to help me figure out what it is, tonight, right now.” She could tell he was agitated by his own story as well; the black pupils of his eyes had expanded to the point she could see very little of the whites.“Yes, I will listen. . And thirty is coming so ... I guess I need to prove something ... I don’t know what it is ... but as soon as I know, I’ll let you know ... probably by the HOWL!I played nice ... they said my concussion was cured and let me out. The centerfold was there to pick me up and take me to her crib. Her daddy wanted to shake my hand. I wished I’d driven another way that day.Heroes don’t know they are until it’s over ... truly over. After the adrenalin wears off and the shakes quit ... then the hero says. A classic chandelier hung from the ceiling over the dining table."Oh wow, look at this place. It's enormous!" shouted Emma, falling onto the sofa."Hey, up!" whispered Lauren as the bellboy brought in their luggage. Lauren motioned towards the bedroom and he placed both suitcases on the bed. She gave him a small tip and he left, bowing silently as he closed the door. They hurried back to the bedroom, opening the drawers and looking inside the wardrobes. Both bedrooms were approximately the same. Tim joins the women, and they all relax, enjoying their drinks after a full morning of work.After he finishes his drink, Tim leaves the three to chat and put on his chef hat to prepare lunch for the four. A tasty salad with a mixture of lettuce and chicken he grills. He makes his own oil, lemon juice, and seasonings dressing. Phoebe is extremely impressed with his cooking skills, not experiencing them before. As they all eat, she kids with Tim that she wants his recipe for the dressing to.