‘I don’t know,’ I replied, suddenly feeling ashamed of my nasty habit. ‘The nightmares… They did something to me. The nightmares themselves ...idn’t seem that bad, but waking up, I was terrified, out of breath, feeling like I was having a heart attack.’ ‘Why didn’t you tell us this?’ Ronnie demanded, clearly angry at me. I shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ I told him. ‘It’s a weakness. The day I’d first cut myself, a switch in my head had been flicked. Instead of feeling horror, I felt nothing. I became. It was that I wasfollowing the motions of an attractive woman who shouldn't haveexisted. Doc Winter was a man - or should have been. He should havebeen a guy about six three in height, balding, and somewhat angular.Doc was divorced with no kids and considered by my mother's singlefriends to be something of a catch. Or at least he had been.And either this Doc Winter was a very good actress or she had no ideashe had ever been anyone else except the person she now was. Was thisgoing to happen to. With a change of clothes and the rest of his kit in the pickup Scott closed up the house and headed to Sanderson.As he drove into town he made a mental list of the other things he needed to do. He needed to go by the bank, the school, grab a quick bite to eat at the Café, and then ... Then he was going to find that girl one way or another. When Scott walked into the bank conversations stopped save a whisper or two. The bank manager and head teller were staring open mouthed at him.The silence. ” Then she was thretaning to report me to my Taxi firm for such descusting behavure. I didn’t know what to say to her as she scolded me. Then I stopped and thought hang on she wanted to get one over on her Hubby, so I explained what her friend had told me and how she asked me to fuck her! Yes FUCK her!With a look of shock and embarrassment she apologised to me, “I didn’t realise, I’m so sorry! I suppose she is a grown woman and knew what she was doing!” I said, that everything was fine and.