But I never got the chance to tell her about my relationship with Sharon or what Sharon had foretold. It's not as simple as that anyway. How the hell ...m I going to be able to tell her about my relationship with Sharon without losing her anyway?"Annette is sweet. Apart from the fear of men that her bloody father has induced she's a highly intelligent girl with a lovely sense of humour. She's also going to be stunningly attractive like her mother. What a bloody fool her father was to ruin his. “Have a seat on the edge of the exam table,” he said, as he turned toward the counter and reviewed what was on the clipboard. I was wondering what was going to happen. What was his role in all of this? “CMA, what does that mean?” I asked. “Certified Medical Assistant,” he answered. Then, he approached me, and he had a digital thermometer in his hand. “Open up – let’s get your temperature,” he said. So, I opened my mouth, standard drill, and he placed the thermometer under my tongue. There I sat. What about me I hear you ask (I wasn't but I doubt that would stop her from her insipid, empty-headed ramblings). I was going to get myself a nice little part-time job, perhaps in a boutique or a scrummy cafe or as a receptionist at a beauty treatment centre but truth is I really don't have the time. What with the pilates and yoga and spin classes, and the pottery, book club, life drawing, knitting and gardening there really isn't enough time. Did I mention the pilates? That's my favourite.. Back to the story.I picked up my crap, and headed outside to the student union (aka the patio). I sat back on one of the benches and waited for my ride to come. I plugged my headphones into my sidekick and started listening to Coldplay. It was making me drowsy, and i decided to slide my sunglasses on and snooze for a few minutes. But a few minutes turned into an hour. By now, the patio was filled up with seniors comparing classes and catching up from their summer breaks. That's when i saw him...