I have answers to some of your questions and my superiors have questions they want to hear answered directly by you,” he asked.“Yes, we are finish...d here. Give me an address and where can I park?” I replied.“South Washington Blvd. Park in the south parking lot, there are shuttles that will bring you to the main entrance; have them page me,” he replied.I punched the address into the smarter than smart phone and it steered Vicky right to the south parking lot entrance. We had just stepped out of. It’s been just over three years now. Three years since I received the phone call from Jason’s boss telling me that he’d been rushed to the hospital. The memory of that manic dash across town and into the intensive care unit gives me sleepless nights to this day. I was informed by a doctor that he’d had a massive heart attack, and when I saw him, he was unconscious with tubes and wires keeping him alive. Five days later he was dead. He was my world, and as I held his hand, the piercing sound of. “Well OK, not exactly, but you pissed me off soI was looking to get even!!” I spat in response. Hestood up, took the tape and left, driving off withoutsaying a word.I went to sleep that night knowing two things: firstlythat I had pissed my husband off big time, and secondlythat I had discovered a side of me that wanted sex morethan anything else in my whole life. I was determined torepair the damage my wild night out had obviously doneto my marriage, but I was equally determined to. However, I wanted more than a few minutes before and after class once a week. I'm not sure when the idea of dinner came up, but it persisted in sticking around.January flew by. Liz wrapped up her rotation, while I was further traumatized as my comps were postponed due to a miscalculation on the part of an examiner. I spent two hours in the three nights before comps studying, and the rest alternately reading paperbacks and freaking out. My lab was kind enough to throw me a bash after my two-hour.