Speaking softly as if to say, ‘I cant take anymore, help me.’ I take deep notice of your pain and pull you to the sofa to remove your heels, massa...ing your feet gently. Pulling all of the aches they have suffered through the day out and into my hands to be quickly discarded through the strength of my body. Bearing the weight they have carried all day long, the gorgeous frame of your body and the insurmountable dilemmas that you have faced. You run your hand across my cheek, without a word you. He twisted the rose in his hand, the image of when he last saw it in her curled red hair instantly leaping to mind. It was the last he’d spoken to Anna face to face – a night from a different lifetime. The night they played the game. He marveled at how he had these memories of rare nights that hardly felt like his own – as if he were walking around with the dreams of another man in his head. He tried to will himself to put the rose away and move on with the cleaning but he couldn’t stop staring. " Uh-huh."Bette's smile faded. "Tony are you sure everything is okay? I mean, well, you're so so distant tonight "The handsome teenage youth sighed, then seemed to square his shoulders, and his face lifted and his eyes touched his mother's. Bette saw with increasing despair that there was no light of love in them today, at least not nearly the kind of fervent acceptance which they had contained last night. Could Ken have been wrong, could Tony have seen them together last night before he. "But first you need to put these on," he concluded, beginning to push fatigues and boots through the leg port of the cell. "The pile on the left there is yours, Robertson," he said, pointing. "The other is yours, Morales." Portal?" Robertson asked with a frown, not bothering to pick up the clothes, but Morales was already changing."Get dressed," the armed trouper said. "Otherwise, we'll trank you and dress you ourselves, and I can guarantee you will wake up with some bruises if we have to do.