I hadfigured that out from the sessions with the physiatrist at the hospital.She was very good at changing the subject and directing the conversations...o where she wanted, especially anytime I had asked about what was going tohappen next in the physical appearance department or future medicaloperations planned. I was a football player, but I was not a stupidlineman that just had muscle. Quarterbacks had to think, fail to think andyou never complete the play. I needed to start thinking of this. I know male reporters have been going into war zones for a hundred years. This is no different.” Becca nodded but acknowledged that she shared his concern. “I’m glad you understand, but dammit, Greg, I had it all. I need to get those drives soon. The clock is ticking now and if Dimitri finds them first, I won’t know it until i'm looking down the barrel of his Makarov.”“Why don't we just call the police, or the feds? Let them go in and kick the door on those assholes. I really don't want you. Once I knew I had attained what I had sought out for I was more calm and little rational.I told her categorically that today I want rough sex and I would be pounding in her the whole night and she can’t leave till I don’t tell her too. All she said was a “ummmm” with her eyes closed and lips protruding towards me acknowledging what I am expecting of her.With me I am too much of an old school man who believes that a man has to win over her woman on bed purely on merit of his sexuality. The more. ” “Please? Please, Michael. Just…..please. It would mean a lot to me. I don’t want to be alone yet.” How could I refuse? Any other time during the last five years if she’d asked me to join her in the shower I couldn’t have gotten out of my clothes quickly enough and would have been certain I’d died and gone to heaven. Yes, her body was magnificent as she stood there nude. But she also looked so sad, pathetic, used. Tonight could not be more different than any of the other nights over the five.