They’d kept me unconscious for a couple of weeks to makes sure I wasn’t overly stressed and thereby allow the swelling to go down. I underwent a ...attery of tests to see if I’d suffered any brain damage.Finally I was released home and into the care of my mother. This didn’t sound so bad, my mother had always looked after me as well as she could whilst working full time in her own business. My sister had been a bit of a terror for me the last few years but of late she’d been friendly and nice. It only took her a couple of rings to answer. “Hello,” came her voice. For a moment Johnny wondered if he had dialed the wrong number. On the phone her voice sounded a little more even, with less piss and vinegar than it had at work. “Doris?” “Yes.” It wasn’t just even. It was something else. Something that Johnny couldn’t quite place about her voice. “Hi, it’s Johnny Goodwin.” “Oh.” Her voice suddenly returned to the normal “happy” work voice he was used to. “It’s you.” “Yes.” “And what. I desired her greatly then, but I am tired now. I desire nothing but the end. If the rain grew as cold as my black heart, I would have cause to shudder as I solemnly march away from these gutters and into the theatre district. Here there is life, thousands of souls walking about, some holding hands with their mates, but more often than that, restless hearts that beat miserably alone. They are all the same though. There, that woman with the grey sweatshirt! Notice her smile, her attention. " Miranda followed Nedra into another room, Nedra purrred deeply "you see before you women who are learning to walk, move, smile, glance, all with a sexual sensuality that once again draws a man to them, this brings men pleasure to watch a beautiful woman walk across the room, her body swaying, her step light and graceful, her eyes beckoning with erotic secrets that she shall impart to him, turn to the mirror my sweet one and walk towards it as if it were a lover waiting for you, his eyes.