. it’s your lucky day ... this is truth AND dare ... so ... guess what your dare is??”Niki did not answer, just kept her head down for a moment, b...fore looking up at Cyndi waiting.“Niki, I dare you to do all the dares tonight ... unless specifically asked by the darer NOT to...” she finally said, not wanting to unnecessarily spoil a boy’s dare if it did not make sense...“Now, last time, we let whomever was dared to do the next one, I think that’s still a good idea?? Or should we just take turns. ), and of course, I was still bleeding from both wrists and had seriously scraped palms (from my adventure with the gas pipe). Someone had thoughtfully allowed me to have some fingertips free, so I could push the nurse's 'call' button.When I staggered back to consciousness, a patrolwoman was there. She asked me not to talk to anyone about anything, and she called a detective. Eventually, two detectives showed up. I had expected a Colombo type. Everybody knows that detectives wear rumpled suits. That was one of the many times that I didn’t get much sleep.’ Leaning over, and with unerring accuracy, he places his hand on my cheek. Without even thinking about it, I flinch away. Surprisingly, he does not even react. He keeps his hand where it is, and I know that he can feel some of the worst of my scars. I know that he has to know how uncomfortable this makes me, but still, his hand stays where it is. Does he really love me, or does he just love the girl that he talked to online? Should I. ” She reached down to her bag on the floor, pulled out Milo’s masterpiece and handed it to Melanie. “Check this out,” Teresa said. “I have to go to the bathroom.”----She came back from the bathroom and Melanie was thoroughly engrossed. Teresa sipped her wine and waited while Melanie continued reading, listening to her sister say ‘Holy Shit’ or ‘Oh My God’ under her breath a half a dozen times. When she finished she put down the folder and took a slug of her wine.“Phew,” she said, fanning her.