"Vocal chords? No body said anything about vocal chords? Dr. Stevens continued with out missing a beat."Dr. Rodreqise, implants, and lastly your physi...al therapist, Nurse Crouper."Holy shit! What a freaking babe! She looked like she stepped out of `Babe Watch'! I definitely would love to get physical with her, apply my own type of therapy! Even in her baggy `whites', there was no missing those curves. Dr. Stevens began droning on again, interrupting my daydream. I miss more conversations. At least I'd have a chance to say goodbye to the last of those.I caught Dorothy just as she was about to leave and set up three more tickets, two of them roundtrip. I'd figure out the money later.The second message came from Sandy. I gave her a quick call while I changed; giving her the info I had gained that day and the schedule of my flights."Be careful, Joe," she said.As soon as I entered Margarita's apartment she jumped into my arms, her legs wrapped around my ass, and she gave me the. It was a horrific story.The lady’s name was Vassy Skon. She was twenty-one. Three years ago she witnessed her boyfriend being blown apart in a drive-by shooting. Two local low lifes targeted the wrong person. Using shotguns, they hit him with six rounds of shotgun slugs. The slugs tore his body apart like he exploded. Since then, Vassy had been living in another world. She had been to all kinds of specialists, but nobody could get through to her. She lived with her parents, who were devastated. Your church has forsaken you. Can you say that your life is now over?”She lay there staring into space. She was broken beyond measure. For several minutes nothing seemed to stir in her. Then there was but a simple “Yes…”“All right then… Sandra, now tell me… did you fuck another man last night?”“Yes…”“Did you fuck other men when you travel?”“Yes…”“Did you fuck a man EVERY night you traveled?”“Yes…”Did you ever use condoms?”“No…”“How are you not pregnant?”“I have… a diaphragm…”“Now the big one.