I just hope you don't drive your bloody car like that?" I hadn't looked at the woman. I was too busy inspecting the damage to my ankle."I'm so sorry s...me of these trolleys are so hard to control. I'm afraid my daughter picked a bad one this time."I finally looked up at her, and the woman's face was somewhat familiar to me. Apparently she recognised me at the same time."Oh, my, it's George, isn't it?" She said, "Long time no see, George; how have you been keeping?"I must have looked confused as. "He smirked some, raising an eyebrow as he tried to figure out the joke he'd apparently made, "Well you've got me curious now, I just have to know what these mysterious bedroom requirements are?"She smiled still, though it hardened some as she eyed him, shaking her head a little as she thought things over, he was kind, cute and she thought maybe quite accepting and open to new concepts given what she had gleaned about him in their discussions. She let out a long exasperated sigh and he beamed. "Not really worth worrying about," said Don."It would be nice to have the cell phone," said Susan. "And my purse." She sounded mildly disgusted. She found four or five other reasons why retrieving their property from the car would be a good idea, including that they'd need something to wear when they eventually got out of the hospital. On a roll, she started to remember other things that needed to be taken care of. "Somebody needs to call your work and tell them what happened."Bob grinned wryly. It was just that one time. Can't we do something else instead? I'll do anything. Anything you want me to do." Benjamin Hanson didn't really want to expel the pretty girl either. He looked at her record, and noted that she was eighteen years old. Expelling her would do more harm than good and may ruin her future irreparably. There was another way, a way he would much prefer doing with her, and he wondered if she really meant it when she told him she would do "anything," especially when she.