I was busy in night sleep dream. Suddenly voice came “jiju ( sister hubby is called jiju in India) ….. jiju….jijuuu…”my eyes opened. I saw Y...smeen face over morning’s first dark spot. I leaned up taking bed support. She contined speaking in thunderous voice “I need sista’s clothes”... I replied “why don't you ask her” , “I tried .. but she is not getting awake”. “Oh I see. I know, once she is asleep, she is as good as dead”. She smiled. I continued “It is in bed drawer. You can take” . “where. Yet he realized with sex taken out of the equation at home; their life was much better.There was a knock on the door, and it brought him back from his mental wandering. He watched as she opened the door and invited her guy of the night in. He studied the guy, guessing his age at somewhere in his thirties. He was dressed in a polo and jeans. Also, not shocking, very handsome. He had to admit; his wife had good taste in men.The guy stared across the room at him also as he sat there in the chair. "Miss Thomas?" My nurse asks, pushing a wheelchair into the room. "Wouldyou like me to take you to the entrance?" I- I'd like to try walking, please," I say as Sarah takes my hand.After three ginger steps, however, it becomes very clear that there's noway I'll be able to walk all the way to the hospital entrance."It's okay, it's okay," the nurse whispers. "Just ease yourself downinto the chair..." I blink back a couple of tears as I slowly sit downin the wheelchair."Godddd..." I moan. "This is. ’ I looked at the woman, who, in my opinion was reasonably good looking with long dark-brown hair, deep, dark eyes and a hint of a smile still on her lips. Her wire-rimmed glasses gave her that ‘naughty librarian’ look that somehow excited me and I looked away toward my laptop, trying to control my newfound arousal. I looked closer and even in the dimmer light of the café’s back room I could see where she had put makeup to cover a bruise on the side of her eye. ‘Do you have any idea why he’s…?’.