Old folks across the aisle from her shift uncomfortably, glancing over every so often, clearly nervous about catching something from her. Every time s...e talks, the bitch snaps at people, cussing at workers, an attitude like she's better than everyone else. She looks like a college kid, late teens maybe. Rich. Dark hair, expensive clothing. She flaunts her good looks. And she keeps fucking coughing with her mask off, clearly sick. I sit here wishing, imagining what I would do. If only I could.. "Are you okay?" she said.I was scared. Frightened. And not sure how to respond. I finally spoke."Sierra. We need to talk." I said.She took a step back.She stood there looking at me."What's the matter?" Sierra finally said."This is wrong. God help us if anyone finds out. You do realize that it'd be so bad. It'd be so bad," I finally said.Sierra stood there. She said nothing. I looked in her face. And I spoke again."It's not you. Please believe me. It's not," I finally said."You did stuff with. It is very necessary that you 'water yourself' to stay hydrated.So when I came back home I build myself a sauna, a nice round one with a wood burning stove, two levels of benches in a three quarter circle with some space in the middle in front of the oven.I just had finished building the sauna when my wife announced that the movie 50 shades of grey was playing in the cinema and that she wanted to go there with a bunch of her female friends. I guess they all read the book beforehand but not me.. .. I mean... I know you're her mother and I never wanted to be anymore than her uncle, but... I knew right then and there that I was meantto be a parent. A caretaker... you know?l"I do, darling. I do." When I found out that I really wasn't a... well, that I couldn't be afather... well, I left for work the next morning, but I just couldn't doit. I couldn't face the world now that I knew I'd never be a dad. Idrove to the parking lot at Manatee Bay Beach and... I just sat there. Ilooked at the.