Susan wanted me to phone in sick again, but I flat refused. She reminded me of the close shave I'd had in the hospital parking lot and harped on it. I...reminded her that I had a life to live, dammit, and I couldn't spend it hiding away in anonymous hotel rooms. We went round and round that way for a while."Honey, how long do you think chicken pox lasts?" I asked, exasperated. "It wasn't the strongest story in the world to start with, and I can't just ride it into the damn sunset. I mean, yeah,. As they went in the room they left the curtain open even more than she had done before. I obliged and began my routine again. This time I didn’t turn towards the mirror but kept looking straight at them. They glanced at my stroking hand and then at each other and giggled. The new gal surprised the hell out of me as she slowly pulled her shorts down exposing a little hair in her groin all the time while looking at me. The gal from earlier played with the new girl’s tits. As I stroked feverishly. ."Could I fall in love with her?" (Long pause here - not for dramatically effect either! “Well,” I say cautiously. “In a way, I guess I’d be a liar if I were to say anything other than I already have fallen in love with her in a way.” If it means anything, I love her humor, cleverness, the way she plays with my head, (the uppermost one, I’ll have you know), the emotion and feeling she so fluently expresses through the written word. The list has more, but I can’t share everything. Undeniably,. .I laughed, almost outrageously."Sure," I said, not believing him. Like that was going to happen. Ithanked him for his time, and for making me feel relaxed and like I wasdoing nothing wrong.When I left I held my head up. I endured my share of stares, but therewas no more heckling. I kept walking. Browsed casually in a couple ofshops just to prove to myself that I could do it, and then returned to mycar.I queued to pay my ticket, but when I reached into my handbag andinserted it into the.