To my surprise, I saw a very old lady there. ‘Hey there love, what can I do for you?’ ‘I’m 104,’ she doddered, standing unsurely. ‘Good he...rt, but about a week to live. Any chance of some good loving to send an old woman to heaven happy?’ she asked. I looked her up and down, she was actually pretty hot. But the sob story plus the fifty grand she promised me was even more pivotal to me saying yes. ‘Good. Get in, I have a Presidential Suite in Central. Is this all night?’ she asked once I’d. It is inexplicable, but, sustains to this day.And they'd, well the girl created a sleep system, or, position, a dwelling, whatever you want to call it. (The Cave)"Cully, look; Tommy lays on his right side like this." He'd actually get into the position as she described it. "Then I snuggle up in there and like spoon." She gets in there, in her jammies, he's in briefs. "Then he d****s his left arm over the top of me. Okay Tommy, go ahead, boy" Tommy d****s it over, all smiles. "This guards me,. I felt her head shake in my shoulder. Home was out."Do you think it's too late to take up one of your friends on their offer to visit them?" She shrugged her shoulders, not sure. "What do you want to do? Tell me how I can help." I lifted her head, gently stroking her cheek and wiped the tears out of her eyes. Knowing of one solution, I hesitated a moment before asking."I have an extra room at my place. Do you want to stay with me? It wouldn't be a problem."The tears started flowing again, and. Sam Wilson, my friend, talked me into going to the dance with his wife Sandi’s friend. That friend was Jane. We danced almost every dance. I silently thanked my mother for forcing me to take dancing lessons when I was an awkward teenager going through puberty.Jane told me she was the personal assistant for an officer at Sam’s company. She was also Sandi’s friend and they had known each other since middle school.I come from a family that could be described as very well off; all right, rich. It’s.