" She says. "Nope not at all, other than forgetting my screwdriver," I added. "I borrowed one out of your tool box , I hope you don't mind." "I didn't...even know that old thing still had tools in it. Here's the cold one i promised you." As she sets it on the washer, just below the laundry chute. "Thanks." I say as I timidly standup trying to hide what's left of my erection. I grab the beer and take a huge gulp." You must have been thirsty." Debbie says. "It's been one of those days." I reply, as. She gasped and forced herself to remain calm. "Mark, except for the chip on your shoulder you are doing great."She stared into his eyes and thought hard. I made the decision I would go to bed with him if necessary. But I don't want to enjoy it. I'll just get hurt again. A part of her knew she would enjoy it if she and Mark made love. She thought back on her failed marriage and the one romantic disaster afterward.She was ten years single when she met Mark. She had abstained from all sex after a. Whenever I wake in the middle of the night, this is what I do. I lay here and I watch you sleep. There is no tension in your face. Your jaw is not clenched. Your brow is not furrowed. You just lay there relaxed and peaceful. The stresses of the daily grind does not show. You seem almost boy like and innocent – even though I know full well that nothing is further from the truth. You are most definitely all man. But here in the early morning hours, when the rest of the world is at ease, I have. Alexandra Cortales.” The counselor looked at her clipboard and flipped through several pages.“I’m sorry. There have been so many. Here. Oh, dear.” She stopped to look at us and tears filled her eyes. “We don’t have positive identity but one of the other victims identified a victim as Alexandra Cortales. I didn’t realize we had sisters here. I’m afraid, sir, madam, if the victim is indeed your daughter, she did not survive. Medics pronounced her dead at the scene.”The wail that filled the air.