Gregory Prescott was the older brother of one of Sally's dormitory friends. Alicia Prescott, a sophomore who lived on Sally's dorm floor, had introduc...d her suave older brother when he'd been visiting her one Sunday afternoon in mid-October.Gregory was a twenty-seven-year-old third-year medical student at the University. Gregory, it seems, knew a good thing when he saw it. He immediately gave Sally the full rush, asking her out on a date. My Sally — maybe thinking of all my lectures about how. It's usually just me and maybe one or two other men who use the room, at least when I'm there.There is one black man that I saw on my first Monday night at the gym, and when I saw him on Wednesday I thought that he might be on a similar workout schedule to mine. I usually saw him in the weight room and the steam room afterwards. He looked to be in his early fifties, ruggedly handsome with a shaved head, six feet and two inches tall, and about one hundred and ninety-five pounds of solid muscle.. The hot water revived me and when I stepped out, Ana was sitting on the toilet waiting for me. I kissed her and then started drying off. "What's up?" I asked."Judy, I am worried about her," she replied."Love, she will be ok, its survivor's guilt. In a few days, she will be over it," I said as I pulled on my underwear."Are you sure? I have seen depression before. My mom had it when her parents were killed in Chechnya. She killed herself two weeks after we buried them. Please, Mathew, get some. She blinked at me while I eased the door shut."What should we do?" she said."I guess we should sleep," I said. "We have a few hours yet to drive tomorrow." No room service?" What would you get?" Nightcap?" she said, reaching for the menu in the nightstand.So we ordered beers and someone from the kitchen brought it up to us. He looked past me and saw my Kat waiting on the bed. He raised his eyebrows in either admiration or interest. I scowled at him, took our beers, and didn't tip."I'm glad we.