I have on more question and though I think I already know the answer I want to ask anyway. Am I the only one?’ I know I shouldn’t care, but I do a...d I can’t say otherwise. ‘Yes, you are the only one. You will always be the only one.’ he smiles as he tells me this tidbit of information. That fact makes me smile for some unknown reason. He brings me over to the bed in the darkness. I hear metal clanking against each other and a cold object circles my right wrist. He pulls me more onto the bed. Even in the dim bedroom I could see her beautiful smile shining at me. As she moved to snuggle in my arms I began to ask her questions, ‘Simone, what the hell – ‘ ‘Shh,’ she stopped me. ‘It’s a long story and I can’t tell you anyway. There was a mix-up. That’s all.’ ‘A mix-up? Are you kidding me? A mix-up that killed people? A mix-up that treated me like a terror suspect?’ I asked her a stream of questions, getting so worked up it surprised even me. Finally, I ended my tirade, ‘Simone, you have. There's more important things than the fact that I don't want to swallow."He was silent for a moment."Why? Is that ... Weird?" No," he said, "actually, I was just thinking that maybe that's the right way to approach the whole thing. Even if it makes you uncomfortable, you should think about whether it makes your partner happy, and ... Just ... Go for it."His words made her feel a little ashamed of herself. "And here it took me three months to pick up on the idea." It's okay," he said. "You were. One day his plan seemed to take off, it started as usual, Daniel and Melissa arriving home at their usual times, however, on this day, Melissa seemed to be upset."Whats wrong Melissa?"She appeared hesitant and Daniel had her sit down next to him and put her arm around her and pulled her in close, making her feel secure and asked again, "Whats wrong Melissa?"Melissa silently started to shake as she laid out her story about how there was a boy at school that she liked, everyone thought he was.