She walked towards the bathroom to take a shower as Scotts mobile rung with a number she did not know and was not saved in the phone, she slid it open...without saying anything a male voice laughed down the phone at her and hung up. She immediately recognised the laugh and knows exactly who it is and where to find them. ***************************************************** One thing they should never have done was to underestimated her and what she will do to avenge her beloved, her Scott. . A.I did feel lied to and used. Pissed off. Mightily pissed off. And mystified. But mostly just wanting to get the hell out of there.I sat back down on the cot and brooded. Sulked. Felt sorry for myself. Felt extremely sorry for myself. Got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Finally, I began examining my options.The room had no windows. No phone, of course. The very solid-looking hardwood door would not open. There was no furniture, other than the cot, and its riveted metal frame would not. ‘I must be crazy.’ I Mumbled. The water was freezing, and I gritted my teeth and shivered. Mary laughed softly, then squeaked when I set her down bum first into the freezing water. We splashed around for a few minutes, washing ourselves down, then pulled what little clothing we had back on. We tiptoed back into the house, and slid beneath the covers, which had gone cold. Mary snuggled into my arms, and we started to warm up. I finally drifted off to sleep like that, and Mary breathed against me. All I could do was lay there. Yes, it was a her, I could smell the faint scent of hair spray and perfume. I began to be able to pick out the sounds of her sobbing. I hope it wasn’t for me. Hell I was 93 years old and it was probably my time to go. I heard another person enter the room, ‘How’s he doing? Any sign of recovery from the stroke?’ asked a female voice. It sounded like a professional so I assumed it was a nurse. ‘Nothing, he just lays there,’ another female voice offered. ‘Well I need.