Not only had Steve got the hot girl, he tossed me out in the cold. I flushed, threw cold water on my face, dried off, and went back to the bedroom. Sh... was sitting on the edge of the bed eating a lemon Danish and smiling. We had left Steve’s last night and walked here to her apartment in another building. She had invited me to stay and I accepted, fearing if I got stopped by the cops driving home I would be in a world of trouble. I figured I would crash on her couch until I was sober enough to. After a week or so of that, he asked her out to breakfast after they got off work at 6:00 A.M. All the time this was taking place, from first meeting until their first real date, I noticed that Annie was perking up from the depressed funk she'd been in ever since that ass hole had dumped her a year or so before.She started caring more about her clothes, and began taking more pains with improving her general appearance. She made an appointment at the beauty parlor for the first time in a long. I thought about you all day and night Sunday. I thought about you all day today. I don’t need to think about you anymore. Now, I need you to do something for me.”“Say it and I’ll do it,” I said trusting her.“Don’t ask me questions, and don’t peek, just do what I ask.”“I will,” I said.“Take off your shirt.”I did.“Kick off your shoes.”I did.“Take off your trousers and hold them out.”I did, hearing more noises than just my own clothes could make.“Now, your socks.”I did.“Your undershirt. For the first time in my life, I had felt alone, afraid and lost. That's when I met Phil. I didn't go back to school; actually, I didn't do much of anything for a while. My doctor felt I was going through what he called clinical depression. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there to help me. He pretty much took care of everything during that time. In fact, after his death, we found out that Daddy had been up to his neck in debt. It was Phil, who arranged it financially so.