He turned to the bottle, and when it wasn't enough, he sought solace in the black market pharmaceutical industry. It destroyed him, but he did not car.... There was nothing that could have saved him from his downward spiral. He died a year later, his body unable to take the abuse. He was found lying against her headstone, his arms wrapped tightly around it, the cold hard marble the only thing he had left that reminded him of her. Death however, was not the end of his existence. He awoke in a. Ispent the day answering phones, doing paperwork and working thereception desk. I was grateful for my fluency, and enjoyed using theskill. (I should mention that back home in Idaho my Mom, a nativeJapanese speaker, insisted that she and my Dad, a Caucasian who wasalso fluent, speak nothing but Japanese in at home). The bangles wereheavy and seemed designed to easily slip off my wrist if I did not holdmy arms level or keep my wrists bent. By the end of the day I wasquite automatically posing. My knees were getting spongy and then all of a sudden he stopped, and pulled my sweater back down. He told me to take off my jeans. Then my panties. I did, and then stood there naked from the waist down. He admired my haircut, and said he was looking forward to a closer examination after class. He then told me to turn around. I did. And I felt his hands firmly grasp my buns, and massage them. He whispered in my ear that my full sexy ass was going to be pleasured tonight. His fingers then slid. They asked about me and my travels, and I indicated that Northern France & Belgium were my favorite ports of call. Collette and I were speaking of villages and towns in the region, and the great dining we'd enjoyed. Dan was rather out of it, as he'd never been out of the U.S.At any rate, after 3 rounds of drinks and a bunch of appetizers, I mentioned how very friendly French women were to me in my travels. Collette asked, "And, how friendly is THAT?" I wasn't sure how this would go over if I.