Altered."Koetter held his hands up in surrender. "I assume the hospital'sattorney will hear from yours," he said. "I truly am sorry."He spun and walke... out of the room, away from the wreckage and thetears.My mother squeezed my hand."Poor girl," she said. "My little girl."*That night, I dreamed of the Washington Monument. And the space needle.And Sears Tower. Anything phallic, long and hard, I dreamed of. Idreamed of jackhammers on the street. I dreamed of telephone poles.I dreamed of the cries. She looked up at me, eyes full of shock and questions.“I have certain abilities, Eve.” I said, “One of them allows me give and take years of life to and from people. I could turn you to a suckling babe and you would live out your normal life span of three score and ten from that point on, or I could turn you into an eighty year old crone and you might die in a few months of old age.”She nodded dumbly, trying to understand the, to her, strange idea“I can make people do anything I want,” I. Chad was first man in and first man out. As usual, Mr. Crete took his time and was the last one out of the showers. Mr. Crete finished his shower, grabbed his towel, and dried off. He headed back to his locker that he usually kept open and started to dress. Except that something was missing. Where did he put his underwear?He checked the hooks in his locker. Not there. He double checked his pile of clothes. Nothing. He searched his bag. Empty. Okay, it wasn’t the end of the world. He often went. I was the reward at the end of everything, I am Bi polar, denying my husband sex at first was the hardest thing I could do, with my illness the need for sex can honestly manifest as pain. So I took lovers. This went on for 32 years with one bad day when my husband in 2001 decided he was going to a new job, people were hurt. In 2007 he retired and went to work for another company, A major air logistics company at the airport, He had started from scratch, two years later I had been without sex.