”A man approaches. They fist bump. The man looks at me. He looks at my chest straining against the buttons. He smiles. “This is Allie.”“Hi... Allie.”I nod. The bar guy caresses my face. He strokes my neck. He smiles at the Tinder guy. I smile at him. He strokes my neck, then my collarbone. Eventually, his finger starts to caress the side of my breast. I smile. Soon I notice a circle of guys watching us. His finger makes its way over to my left nipple. He strokes it. Soon it is. That's just an expression. Just to let you know, Prancer's not ignoring you, it's just one those terrible days that I'm sure he just would rather not revisit. You know, I never knew reindeer could scream so loud or for so long. I mean, we all saw what happened. You'd think he'd know that we knew it hurt. You know that old saying, 'this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you'? After seeing that, no one, except Prancer, gets to say that anymore. So as to what really happened? I'm afraid. In fact, on more than one occasion Laurie had found herself hoping that when she eventually married she could have the same kind of relationship that her mother had with her father.Maybe she was assuming too much, she decided. It could be a different Dr. Coleman. The last name was common enough; there could be several different Dr. Colemans in the area. Or in fact, the appointment could be with the woman she was thinking of, but it had nothing to do with her mother's condition.Unless...Unless. But first, I needed to wash the greasy feel of the bars from my skin and the stale cigarette smoke from my hair.I got up, stumbled into my private bathroom, switched on the light, and then vent fan. The fan whirred to life instantly, pumping out white noise just loud enough to signal to the other house occupant my intentions of showering. The house's water heater was old, and only allowed enough hot water for about one 30 minute shower or about two ten minute showers, split amongst the house's.