I wasn't one of those Godlike creatures whose exploits made the papers every day. If anything, I felt closer to these people in the audience, some of ...hom probably, when it came to The Game, were "never-weres," -- just like me. Guys who had loved the game but never made it to the big time. Never even came close.I hadn't yet made it far enough, I told them, to even hope someday to be a "has-been." It remained to be seen, I told them, whether I might end up being one of the "never-weres." It. "No," replied Ron, the one who worked aloft, with a grin. "I was but this thick ape was a bloody infantryman." Cheeky bugger," responded Sid equably.Nothing untoward happened that week.Sharon arrived on Wednesday as usual but she was not her ebullient self. She hugged Richard and kissed him on arrival but had nothing to say for a change."What's wrong, my sweet," Richard asked."Nothing." Yes there is. Tell me."Sharon's eyes searched his face and found nothing but love and concern. "Poor little. Well maybe if I just lay here for awhile she will come back in. Around 15 minutes went by and she still hadn’t returned. After waiting as long as I could, which was about 20 minutes, I decided that she wasn’t coming back and I got up and put my clothes on and went into the bathroom to finish myself off. After I got done I walked out to the living room where everyone was laying around on the couches and chairs. I looked around but I didn’t see Amber. Amber’s mom asks if I had a good nap and I. "That is a complicated matter. I can tell you later about it." So you decided?" On what to do with you? No, that was your job." I am at an impasse." I could turn you," was what she finally said after more silence. It was a statement that floored me and how quickly such a monstrous beauty would offer it."Um, well that would work," I said. "Of course, it would. It's perfect, but there is the other issue still." What's that?"She was silent, but I began studying her sweater. It was with lines, and.