Would, for example, a 50-50 chance of a negative outcome be worth it if whatever the disease was happened to be merely slightly debilitating?”“I g...ess it would depend on the circumstances. An athlete might take that 50-50 shot if doing nothing limited their career. But again, that’s up to them to decide, with input from the physicians and family. In this case, Angie doesn’t see herself as complete, and believes a future where she is married and has kids is worth the risk.”“I’m not sure she’s. I had to keep looking at the photo and even then look back at it to remind myself ten minutes later.It was as black as the inside my arse and I could barely make out his house I don't know what would be expected to come from an overnight stakeout other than to break my concentration and make me fuck up. I'll show them. "Wake up you dumb cunt, don't give them an excuse!" A sharp pain on my carotid and I froze, an odd smell, I couldn't lift my head off my chest this time and I wasn't asleep. A. "Well, we could forget about it and Rebecca could be out of our lives completely but I know deep down you don't want that. She's your little girl. You're princess. Just remember that."With that, Sonia picked up the table dishes and headed to the kitchen leaving Ron thinking about his daughter.David was in his office when Rebecca came in that afternoon. She was smiling and handed him a rose."What's this for? And besides I think I'M the one who is supposed to give YOU flowers."Rebecca laughed. "I. Fucking frat boy rookies," The bartender said. She said nothing in response. She just looked at her inquisitively.“You’re drunk. Just look at them.” The frat boys looked at them with a perverted look in their eyes.“Look, honey, what’s your name?” The bartender had a warmness to her voice as she looked at her. She kind of liked it.“My name is... Fancy,” Fancy said reluctantly.“The name's Jezebel,” The bartender replied.The two newfound friends talked at the bar. Jezebel was somewhat tipsy. That.