Thompson was holding one of those old fashioned physician bags, the ones doctors use to make house calls.Dr. Thompson approached Sarah. He pulled a pe... light out of his pocket. He lifted Sarah's eyelids with one hand and waved the light in front of Sarah's eyes.He turned and looked at me. "She seems to be in pain, but not of disabling magnitude. She is still responsive. However, she is far too warm, even with the ice pack."I looked between him and Jim. "What should we do?"Doctor Thompson peered. Dom shut the door then turned to me and shrugged. ‘What better way to meet everyone right?’ ‘Right!’ I got up and headed out with her grabbing my room key and we walked down the hall to a group of girls. Dom got a lot of stares but some girls were already greeting her. ‘Hey! Hi!’ Dom was smiling at everyone she had already met. One girl looked at me apologetically and I looked back at her confused. A girl walked up to us and Dom put her arm around her. ‘Rachel, this is my cousin Rebecca. She. Let the damn paper feel guilty.But here's the thing: I'm not completely sure I want it out of my head. How's that for messed up? Pretty frickin' perfect, I should think; perfectly messed up is exactly what it is. The truth? I haven't felt this excited ... this alive ... since my honeymoon. I think that's why I feel guilty; not because what I'm feeling is wrong – I don't think it is – but because these feelings should be reserved for Nick, my husband.Shit. I just re-read what I've written so far. .. for a girl like me." In that one sentence I had alluded to the fact I'd been staring at her breasts and also that I liked girls. The world seemed to stop while I waited for her reaction. After what seemed like an eternity, Polly's face broke into a huge smile. "You can be as observant as you like then, Katie. I don't mind what you look at," she replied, before walking back up the aisle with a much more pronounced swing of her hips. At the end of the carriage she turned, paused for a moment,.