Today, however, the fantasy that put her over the edge was the thought that, each day, her boss seemed to knock back the ceramic cum-caked container w...th more and more verve than the day before. It was subtle, but it was there. Yesterday, the distinct sound of a drained coffee mug hitting the mahogany desk pealed out before Gretchen had made it down the hall. With the thought that her superior not only was enjoying the nutty flavor shot that she was using to amplify her routine coffee kick, but. ’ ‘First thing in the morning.’ ‘Why not this afternoon?’ ‘What’s your hurry?’ ‘I have to make a living.’ Both doctors shook their heads. ‘If there’s the slightest subdural hematoma you might as well face the fact, you won’t be playing any more football this year.’ I knew what they were getting at. I’d seen other players like this. They simply opened up your skull and stopped the bleeding and you could either play again the following year or not at all. I don’t remember anybody coming back to. Almost. She was in a white Polo style knit shirt with a shortish red skirt, black heels. When I say almost, I noticed right away the perky nature of her decidedly no longer perky udders. I could see the tell tale bra straps at her shoulders under the shirt. “Ok, first lesson today.Learning to follow written instructions” I told her. She looked puzzled. “ What is on your instructions to wear to work today?” I asked. “Ummm...they are here in my binder you gave me...uhhh..I know I did it exactly. She smiled and questioned like not that one, tell me on physical wise. I was stunned and no words to say. I diverted the topic saying that will reply after my bath and went in to bathroom. Unfortunately I forgot to take my soap I shout please bring soap Sheela, she came with soap box and asked to open the door, I said to give it from bottom side, she was not willing to do and asked to open the door, I don’t have other choice and opened the door, she came into bathroom and closed it, I told her.