.. but really we all got dressed into our sluttiest outfits, did our makeup, and went to the raging party a few blocks over from my suburban home. tha... I was forbidden to attend. I'm currently dressed in my LRD, Little Red Dress, which I adore. It's one shoulder, and so short you can see the bottom of my ass cheeks, but the boys love it. I'm 5'9" which means a decent length on my friends, is slutty short on me, but I don't mind. Combined with my long blonds hair, which I lightly curled, and. I looked around and realized I was in a hospital. Damn but my head hurt. Within a few minutes, two little girls came running in and climbed into my bed with me, and I got all kinds of hugs and kisses from them. Now this was the kind of healing I could get used to."Uncle Harry, you look like a raccoon. Yeah like the one that comes out of the woods at the house, but his eyes are black and yours are yellow. Are you coming home pretty soon? Auntie Tran says you will be better soon now that you're. "Ehm ... pick a hotel." Okay."A last silence fell. My finger hovered over the red button."Thank you for this, Bruce ... I love you."I pushed the button. Little beeps filled my ear.She had picked The Roosevelt on Madison Avenue. A calm and stylish hotel — so very much like her. Like Myriam, I mean. The Myriam I tried to remember. Her style, her class. Every sweet thing from long ago. I walked under the clock into the spacious lobby. It was getting close to five in the afternoon. The cocktail bar. I'll hit the lights. You go over there and face the wall. When I turn down the lights we get undressed. Then, when I ask if you are ready, you say yes. Then we turn to face each other and count to ten. You know, 'one Mississippi, two Mississippi' and when we get to ten we turn around and sit with our backs to the other."And we did. When we both said 'Ready' and turned around I forgot to start counting. Sarah had to remind me. As bad as I thought her face was, that was just how awesome the rest.