It went right through me, straight to my heart, and groin. ‘Abso-fucking-lutely!’ she said. We made a date for the following Saturday. We’d meet... have lunch, and talk about whatever was between us. I couldn’t wait. It filled my head for the next three days. Saturday in June. Bright, sunny, warm and beautiful. We decided to meet in a small part of the suburbs that was kind of an open air park walk. About two miles of shops, restaurants and bars. Great for people watching, and completely. Finally she began to gather her things, getting ready to go."No. Stay," I said. There was a long pause, and she placed her purse on the floor near the chair she was in. "You saved my life, you know." What? Oh the blood thing. That's just something I picked up along the way. Something about 'an Intelligence Officer has to be ready for anything.'" Did they teach you brain surgery, too?" After my outburst I was calm again. " ... but I meant you saved my life later, too. That's twice. Puts you one. At least it seemed like it to me. She was back at work in a couple weeks and I lay around the house alone for a month. I gradually recovered and by the second week that Gwen went to work, I was able to walk around the block. That seemed to be the break-through event in my recovery. By the time I went back to work, I was getting around quite well. The doctors told me it would be months before I was one hundred per cent, but that day would come.When I went back to work, I was given light duty for. A / teacher and wasn't a lady you messed withOne morning we had assembly at school, it was a bright sunny day, Paul and I was sitting at the front on the floor the teachers all sittingon chairs on a raised platformMrs peters was sitting directly in front of me about ten foot away.She was a black lady 5ft 10 and slim, she always dressed in skirts and blousesand high heels, she was very prim and propperThis morning she was wearing a white blouse, and a short navy skirt with flowers printed on it.