The only time she'd had to wallow in self pity had been at night, when she was alone in bed, trying to go to sleep.Things had gotten better almost imm...diately, though. It's amazing how much one's perspective can alter what looks like a dismal situation.Bob had called her as soon as he got home. They'd talked for an hour, after which she'd felt much better. The next night, he called again. And the night after that. It turned into a ritual that was the anchor in her storm. She knew that no matter. Im getting close to the end of what I have written, so wish me luck on keeping going with more. For those who arent familiar with my work, it will be several parts before anything sexual happens. If thats not for you, feel free to stop reading now, I wont be offended. For everyone else, I look forward to hearing your thoughts and comments on the story. Hope you enjoy! -SS The next morning, I woke up early, as I did most every morning, took my shower, ate a bowl of oatmeal with my hair wrapped. One person was mounting lights, cameras. An oxygen tank appeared. “One will have to do,” Meg said, “Let’s do this!”The dozier was moved into place and the ATV headed down. “I want a winch in place with rope in case we needed out,” said Meg. One guy who brought some of the equipment said, “Yes, sir.” Micky and Meg started down and a 3rd rope dropped. Meg yelled, “Where you going!”Tracy said, “Someone has to have your back.”Micky asked, “What am I chopped liver,” and both said yes!Tracy had a. She tried to smile at me but,when my fried mentioned to her that I was Murad,about whom,they were talking about earlier,she paid her full attention to me with glare curiosity on her face.My friend told me,that was the cousin he was proposing me the other day to be my room mate.I was surprised.It’s going to be very difficult to stay with a woman room mate.She did not want to leave me alone.She was just trying to talk to me.At some point,she had my full attention with deep sympathy to her.