The doctor staggered out from beside her bed, holding his ears, before dropping to his knees. He stayed like that until a nurse went to check on him.K...owing the doctor couldn’t hear me, I told his nurse, “Oh. Did I forget to tell you that she was way off the far end of the autism scale and doesn’t like people touching her? Then there is her skill with scalpels. As you can see, she doesn’t mind me touching her.”Molly’s doctor and her mom came rushing in to see why Molly had screamed. They got. That was what I discovered at a club in Paris a couple of years back, a club that no longer exists. For no good reason the club was called La Plage - the beach. It was the early part of the evening, and people were milling around the bar, chatting, having a drink, looking around. I noticed this woman who was in her mid-forties. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairly tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were. Sorry, but in his manic state, the man was pure, raw sexual energy. He was irresistible," Felicia apologized to Heather, but the receptionist waved it off."Felicia, honey, do you think that I don't know you by now? Hell, you hit on ME at the last Christmas party, and you know that you did, though you downplayed it afterward, for fear of my and Chet's possible reaction. Face it, Felicia, you've always been a slut and I've envied you that whole free spirit thing. I was just never that brave and I. “No,” Liz said. “But Mom is going to do her best to embarrass me.”“It’s what parents do,” I said with a laugh. “I think Mom is already sorting out the pictures of my naked baby butt to show you.”“Yeah, well, I doubt she’ll regale me with stories of finding papers with Mr. Travis Larimer written on them,” Liz admitted with a blush.“No, but she’ll have some stories for you that are probably more embarrassing than that,” I said.Liz sighed again and shook her head.“You ... you always just play off.