”“OK,” I said,I bowed and walked out of his office to join my wives and sister.“What did he say?” Jessica asked after we walked out of the d...jo.“The same thing he said on Sunday, basically. I really think I should call her, but he’s effectively told me not to. Something is wrong, and I want to help.”“Do you think he told her that she won’t advance? Or do you think it’s something else?”“Hell if I know,” I sighed. “I have exactly zero information at the moment, beyond knowing that she talked to. Tristan was late home from work and he said he had been shopping. That's the part that caught my attention. Tristan never willingly went shopping it was always a fight to get him to do so. "Tell my why you're really home late? Were you fucking that new receptionist? Is that why you're late home?" I demanded "What?! You really think that lowly of me? You think that I would fuck someone else when I know that I have the best damn fuck that I've had in my life waiting for me at home?!" He roared. The medical community was out of ideas. Roberta had had a horrible time in high school when the word of her problem got out. Her nickname had been Bobbie but some of the nastier girls started calling her ‘Booby’ or ‘the cow.’ A couple of them even used to go ‘moo’ at her. Some of the boys were no better. Joyce said that we had taught her that everything has a spiritual component and that medical problems were often a way for the soul to convey information about issues that needed to be worked.. The key was a small yell lock key tied on to a small plank of wood with the numbers 153 written. Mr M finished his drink, snatched up the key and set off to the room. He didn’t knock and just walked straight in. The room was by far not the cheapest in the hotel. The wall paper was high quality and the bed was a four poster. There she was lying on her back in the centre of the bed. A light loose night gown was clinging to her petite body and her legs were bare. Mr M stripped off his blue jacket.