"I'm sorry, baby, sorry," he said, sobbing and burying his head in her shoulder. The welt on the side of her face hurt, but she said nothing. She held...him close, soothing him and watching him as he nervously got to his feet and paced the floor.Night after night the nightmares came. Allen was irritable and jumpy, complaining about the four walls closing in on him, suggesting they go away for a vacation, but never letting the idea go farther than talk.Gwen became anxious too; anxious to tell him. ”“For what could you possibly be thanking me?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.“I really don’t know,” he replied, thoroughly confused. “But thank you ... for being you.”Barbara frowned in bewilderment, but then gave his hand a friendly squeeze. She found she adored the close contact.Back at the apartment, she started to strip off her clothing to return to her normal attire: nudity.Again, Steve surprised her. “Please don’t, Barb. Please remain dressed ... For me?”With a cute little grin she shook. The first day I asked her to remove her calf length skirt so I might apply the crème on the current burn site, her left hip. She complied and I was faced with a dilemma. She was wearing a full slip. Heavens, no one wore a full slip any longer, not even my mother who at the time was in her seventies."I'm, sorry, dear," I told her gently, "but I'm going to have to ask you to remove your blouse and your slip as well." I figured with a full slip the child probably was wearing a thong or might even. Tiffany did not hear him call her the first time, but his second attempt made her turn around. She and her girls were cheering for all that they were worth, urging the team onto one final heroic act, but she came back when Brian beckoned to her, the look on his face enough to make her realize it was important.'Tiffany,' he said, not realizing that he had never actually spoke to the head cheerleader before, 'I need you to help me do something.'Brian explained his plan to Tiffany, his words.