‘You are having a heart attack,’ the doctor informed me. ‘Who can we notify?’ ‘Well, I’ve got to get my car back home. I’ll tell my wife...and she can bring me back.’ ‘Not a chance! You won’t make it home. This is serious. If we don’t get you to a cardiac care unit immediately, you are going to die.’ I gave the doctor my phone number and they called my wife. They also called an ambulance because I had managed to land at one of the few Buffalo area hospitals that didn’t have a cardiac care unit. . Norma Jean stepped behind Lydia and tried to massage out the knots. Lydia pointed out the spots that needed attention the most. She still had some of the woman-water on her hands. Norma Jean got a whiff of Lydia’s scent. Its muskiness warmed the inner woman of Norma Jean. It was not that Norma Jean was a lesbian. It was that she had not had sex in, well too long. She no longer had affairs with co-workers. That changed when she started caring for her old lover. The head trauma reduced. Well, that’s what I thought. Walking through the tunnel and coming away from the rides exit I catch sight of the girl, trying to avoid her I begin heading the other way away from her. It was too late; she’d seen me and was walking towards me. Keeping my cool and trying not to let her see that she embarrassed the hell out of me I smiled. “Is that the best you’ve got?” I winked. “Oh, I’ve got loads of things up my sleeve and top, just you wait” she chuckled. “Care to share any with me?” I. ..sometimes,"she whispered. I slid my hand back onto her face and caressed her cheek, thenflicked back her bangs again. She was sweating nervously. I pressedmy index finger against her lips, and dipped it between a little,then slid it back and forth along her mouth. "Did you like it?" I asked, trying to keep my own voice even. "Sometimes," she sighed. I pressed my finger a bit harder, and she opened her lips, thenslid them down over my finger. "You used to suck your thumb when you.