I was getting kinda lonely." Jeez, why can't I just say I like her company? Why'd I have to add that last?!"Okay," she agreed. "I'll just walk with yo...u."She was carrying her books the way girls do, in front of her, hugging them to her chest. It sort of crinkled her blouse a little and I tried to sneak a peak down at her chest, then felt stupid about it. I liked Beth, a lot, and not just because she was willing to go to the movies with me.She wasn't real pretty, I mean like cheerleader pretty.. But there was nothing else ... just constant dull pain and brief moments of respite from angelic whispered voices.When I awoke in my hospital bed, there was a feeding tube in my nose, IV tubes in my arms, and my hands were cuffed to the rails of the bed. "At least I won't break my nose this time", I thought to myself. I remembered the dead biker's lifeless eyes and wondered how much trouble I was in. I looked over and saw Samantha dozing in a chair next to me."Hey!", I squawked. My throat was. She sticks her head in the room to make sure she is at the right one then she walks in, saying, “I thought I might find you here when there was nobody at your home.” She drops the papers on an empty chair then picks up Gran’s hand to shake it, saying, “I’m Nisha. I hope you are feeling better.”Gran can talk loud enough for people to hear, but it takes effort, so she doesn’t speak unless she has to.“Nisha is the lady I told you about that I was contemplating hiring for my PR position. She wrote. I had to ask, "Well, what do you think, did I come on too strong? Not strong enough?"Jack shook his head, "Oh it was strong all right, but I wonder if it really did what you want. I mean I watched you and I could not help but wonder if I were your husband, maybe you were giving me an exciting sex show. I know many, many men that would get off if their wife sent them a video like that. You know sort of a fantasy thing for them to get off with."I looked at him funny, "Show, what do you mean a.