Had been so damn happy.Before the god… damn… ironies came to stay…Susan raised her head from her arms and slowly opened her eyes. Closed them an... opened them again. No difference. Night , she thought. How long’ve I been here? Dunno. Don’t care. Countin’ th’ ironies--like sheep…help me sleep.She put her head down again.Ironic: That ‘Soldier Sue’ had volunteered her civilian husband for duty in Iraq. All right, not ‘volunteered’. She’d just passed along a request that he be flown over to spend. I always desired to touch sulekhas body and feel it.As a matter of fact i had noticed that sulekha used to stare at my pants without making eye contact whenever i used to pass by her room. It would be dark at night with the street lights usually off and only one yellow bulb in the hallway . I used to notice sulekhas body glowing in the yellow light with hot sweat on her body . She used to sleep on the floor and most of the times used to keep her door open for the wind to flow .At times she was. “Yes, I see your car in front of my house,” she said. “Go ahead and park in the driveway, then walk into my living room without knocking or ringing the doorbell. It will be nice to meet with you and work with you Steve.” There were many things that were unusual with this therapist, besides her operating out of her house in the suburbs. First, she simply called herself Dr. Sue. That was the way she wanted at be addressed at all times. Second, my health insurance company would not pay for her. X once again over how many times he'd been rejected by this woman in favor of someone else."She said she felt more connected to me than anyone else," he told me sadly, although I don't know for sure just who - or what - he was so sad about. "And when I pressed her to be honest about her feelings about me just this once, she actually admitted that she thought I'd always be there waiting for her when she needed me, and I was by far the best one for her in the end."I had to take a mental breath.