I spent a week on the table. They fed me, cleaned me, and above all,kept me high with injections every 12 hours or so. The injections keptme wired and...full of energy, which made being strapped to a tableexcruciating torture. After that week I found I craved the drug.Anticipating the injection was almost a better high than the drugitself. I was no longer strapped to a table the entire time, but I wasconfined to the house under my neighbor's watchful eye. In exchange forthe drug, I made myself. Give me some time to work this out, Nina. You've found me now, so you can stop worrying about that. But I have a lot of lost memories to recover. It isn't as simple as just going back to my old life and picking up where I left off. There are too many gaps ... too many things to learn. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you, but..." He stopped, gazing at the woman before him."I guess I understand, Tony. But ... please ... please ... come home soon. I need you. We need you. We'll help you remember.. We were close as a family but busy careers served to keep us apart. We would catch up when we could, when one or another of us was in the same city, but this one week each year was the only guarantee we had of all three of us being together. This day was spent cruising around wineries in a chauffeur driven limousine with a sumptuous luncheon at an exclusive restaurant with exquisite views. All in all it was a very successful day and it was lovely to see smiles on the girls’ faces. Channing, the. LOTS of talking. That’s what did it. Sex is actually kind of incidental to very intimate conversations. I learned a very important lesson from everything that happened.”“That threesomes aren’t your thing?” Deb laughed.“Among other things,” I agreed with a grin. “I don’t regret it, but it’s not something I’ll repeat.”“I’d say after actually getting to know you, that doesn’t surprise me.”“So, what’s missing from your life?”“Right now? I don’t think there’s anything. I didn’t have a guy like Joel,.