We watched the first four innings of the game and then Helen called him upstairs for something. We paused the game, and when Bill left the room I walk...d over next to his desk to look at some of his book collection. I leaned over the desk a little to look at an interesting book title and accidentally bumped his PC mouse, which brought his PC out of hibernation and the screen lit up. I don’t consider myself to be a nosy person, but I noticed that Bill was drafting an email and I glanced at it out. I don’t know how she does it. The OD’d junkies aren’t too bad, but the rest…. She was slicing into a glob of something purple when I walked into the examining room. “Hi, Jack. Be with you in a minute. He’s on the table by the door if you wanna have a look.” Tony Clay was about five-ten, and he was in reasonable shape for his age. There was a tattoo of a dragon on his right bicep. I couldn’t see any other distinguishing marks except the charred little hole just under his breastbone. It looked. I'd started calling her Ally on our first date, she didn't mind that I shortened her name and she's gone by that ever since. She even signs her checks and credit card slips Ally Delahome.The final thing that bothered me was that Ally wouldn't have run off without giving me a piece of her mind in person and in my face. I'd learned in our one year of dating and two years of marriage that Ally wasn't a shrinking violet when it came to confrontation. My wife is a passionate Irishman; her maiden. The girl was shorter than me, the top of her head coming up to my nose. That head was tilted, those green eyes staring up at me with ... fright? Wonder?"Sorry," I said. My hands released hers. I didn't step away, some part of me hoping ... well, who knows. I could think of a thousand fantasies starting from this moment. She stepped back, but only a bit. A frown touched her face."Who are you? I haven't seen you before." I'm Sean," I said, mind once again able to focus without the physical.