He looked the same, although he commented on her different appearance. She shrugged, saying her hair was easier to take care of like that. He told her...she looked nice.He had brought Chinese food for them, and they sat on her floor and ate it while watching a movie. Jen was feeling the intensity, and wondered if he felt it too. He could try something and she wouldn't turn him down. She wondered if he knew that. Maybe she should make the first move.Why not? she thought. She would wait for a lull. You love me too.” She was shaking her head yes as her tears came streaming down her face. He moved to her and pulled her to him. His arms enveloped her and her tears and she let them flow and he did nothing to stop them. He knew she needed to cry it out and each tear was like another invitation inside her hidden place. He knew all about that place before she told him. Trisha had called him earlier in the day and confided in him, knowing her sister loved him. He assured Trisha that he loved her. What is your condition Doctor Gance?” Sheila asked without looking at me.“I am well, no injuries, it was just a bad dream Sheila.” I replied to her.“Dream,” she said as most of the weapons disappeared as if by magic. Looking at me she stood erect, “accessing information. Dream: a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep. Sleep: a condition of body and mind such as that which typically recurs for several hours every night, in which the nervous system. Richard also said that they could look for a babysitter for me, that George could make the moves on. George seemed most interested in the babysitter idea – but he didn’t want it to be a young bitch that would get him into trouble. “Maybe I can put that on some sort of application flier – cannot be a tattle tailing b-i-t-c-h,” Richard joked. Later, following up on the whole forbidden-fruit-babysitter-deal, Richard started asking about the youngest they’d banged. Diego answered that he didn’t.