There was the one about Bertha Ann Withers. She was nine or so when she just up and got swallowed by the air. And the air wasn't telling where she was...or giving her back. Poor Bertha Ann was just gone, is all.In one month, if you had a dollar for every time you heard some one say, "The Dicker Man got her!" you'd be able to buy that mansion you always had your heart set on. And a mansion with a four-lane bowling alley in the basement, too, if you also got a buck each time someone's fish-width. "Familial?" Yes. You know something about it?" Unfortunately. What stage?" Stage three. Late" Oh dear." This is bad. She would most likely die before the new year, possibly much sooner. It's bad enough for her, but it's devastating on the people who care for her. She can't remember from one minute to the next. Short term memory is the first to go, but gradually she'll lose all her past. They will sedate her and treat the pain, not perfectly, but there is nothing else they can do. "You poor. I popped him out of my mouth and asked, "Which way to your bedroom,baby?"He took me by the hand and led me down the hall. As we approached thedoor, he motioned for me to enter first as he reached in and turn on thelight switch.The bedroom was neat and clean, with yellow walls and lacy curtains,obviously decorated by a woman. This was the bed he had shared with hiswife, so I hoped that he wasn't going to be bothered by the fact that hewould be making love to another woman here.The lights were. “Would you like to hold them up?” asked Nancy.Billy tentatively placed his hands under her breasts and gently lifted, kneading and stroking as he got used to the feel of them. Then, he placed his face between her tits and pressed them against the sides of his face. Nancy stood stalk still, scarcely breathing. She had the sudden feeling that she had unleashed something but wasn’t sure just what or how much. Moments later, Billy put his arms around her waist and pulled her tight to his face.