Enjoy life´s pleasures." She leaned back and breathed as in deep pleasure. More silence. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. "I used to, but we...broke up a couple of months ago" I said. "Sorry" she said. "Aw, sex with other people is okey, but it´s not like the real thing." She laughed hard, and coughed. A joke that I had read in a magazine, supposedly attributed to Woody Allen. She kept laughing and coughing. I laughed with her. "Perfect moment to use that joke" I said. "Absolutely. A guy in the area wanted to meet me. I hesitated, of course. It is not the same to call the devil as to see him actually coming, as a say goes. But then again, I was in need and I was intrigued. His profile indicated that he was significantly older (58 years olds) and a about my same height (I’m 6’-0). Initially, I replied ambiguously to his messages, but when I noticed he was about give up on me, I ultimately accepted to meet. He said he could show up at my room in about half an hour. I. For a few seconds, all I felt was confusion. Then I looked up and saw Jackie lying on her back with her head resting against the brass foot rail of the bar, her chin on her chest. Blood was dripping off the rail and making a puddle on the floor.Oh my god!I dropped to my hands and knees and scrambled to her side. It didn’t take an expert to see that she was already dead; there was a hole in her left cheek, and her blue eyes stared at nothing, the left one bulging nearly out of its. Bec and Dad went off to visit Mum and I stayed with Dan. We were sitting next to each other on the floor. He put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder. We didn’t talk or anything. We just sat there but the good thing was: no shakes.Oh! When Dad told Bec about how his back was sore, she asked why Mum wasn’t putting the cream on his back. After the explanation about Mum being in hospital, Bec kind of gave me a look. She didn’t say anything but I knew what that look meant. She was.