As a senior psychiatry fellow, unfortunately for me, their incompetencedid exactly that.Several years ago, under the guise of streamlining the care of... thementally unwell, we inserted our own psych nurses into most Emergencydepartments.Psychiatric triage they were called.But the real reason was so that our own people could see and sort thepsych patients without the interference from idiotic ED Doctors.It worked a treat.Our own Psychiatric nurses sorted out the time wasting malingerers fromthose. I haven’t seen Kyle since the funeral yesterday. His attorney did say something about some possible legal problems as the reason he was now willing to sell the house, so he may be hiding from the police.”“Well, none of my people know where he is, either. Do you think we should try to reestablish surveillance?”“To be honest, I can’t imagine why we’d need to waste our time. It’s obvious he has other issues to deal with and he’s no longer a potential danger to us.”“Lucille, I don’t know why, but I. To me, she was the wife of an acquaintance, a man with whom I happened to share a mutual friend. To her, I was just another man at the party, a friend of a friend, and nothing more. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander back to the night at the reception. oOo Kismet. Chemistry. Fate. Whatever it's called, we were struck by it that night. It was as spontaneous as lightening and irresistible as the tide. It was a hot and intoxicating need neither of us had the strength to resist. Before that. Sunny, who had come in to check on Kimmie to prevent her possible escape, jeered as the girl finally emerged from the toilet sobbing, walking gingerly, her rear still afire from Rolf's invasion."Come here, bitch," she sneered. "Down on your knees."Kimmie looked for a means of escape but there was none. Sunny was between her and the only door in or out."I said on your knees!" barked the biker, grabbing Kimmie by the hair and yanking her to a kneeling position."Eat me!" Please," begged Kimmie to.