Reluctantly we stepped through the door and into our townhouse.A shadow moved behind us and closed the door. A big shadow. I got a better look as he c...me over to stand by Eddie Ray. He was must have weighed 400 pounds, with prison tattoos up and down his bare arms. His dark hair was stringy, and his sleeveless jean jacket was filthy. Even without the shotgun he looked more dangerous than Eddy Ray."That's Turk. Met him in Texas."What the hell do you think you're doing here Eddy Ray?" Jody. Martin said, "I don't think he's quite housebroken yet, Sarah." Back to me. "You don't remember being shot or a ride in a helicopter?" I figure I had to get here some way, but I couldn't testify to it." You've helped us a little. I'll check to see if I can find any of those people you mentioned. They might help." She turned to Sarah as they walked away. "Looks like Ribot's Law all over again. Maybe it's just as well that they can't remember some of the bad events."I looked at the clock and. Beth took a deep breath. She had rehearsed this in her mind for over a year. Yet she was afraid of the upcoming results. "Rick, ever since Philip died, I've been lonely. Very lonely. I know you loved Erin but you and I are fully aware that the Erin you knew and loved will never be back. And if, by some miracle she did bounce back, it would never be the same between the both of you." I'm well aware of that. The Doctor in charge at the asylum says that she never inquires about me. All she asks. “Wait, stop, back up” Phoebe said. I pushed the reverse button to a movie I'd seen before, a Martin Lawrence comedy. “Keep it, I like this one.” I lifted my hand off her foot and grabbed a handful of popcorn then settled back to watch Lawrence try to carjack Tim Robbins. The movie was fun to watch but the shot of her crotch was enticing, my eyes kept wandering up the length of her leg to the intimate view of her body. My imagination was running amok, inventing visions of what she looked like.