That wasn’t me, wasn’t the hog-riding Hawk with an attitude. That thought reminded me painfully why I was here, though. I had been an idiot to eve...n shelter the notion that Ted and Lisa would want a third wheel in their relationship, much less a fourth one. Normal people wanted a husband or wife and a family, not someone hanging on from the outside. I was a threat to Lisa, and she’d had to make a choice. Not that I could blame her. Taking another deep swallow, I felt the warmth inside start to. As they continued along the many passages, while walking passed one closed door there was a faint sound of sobbing. The prof stopped and listened.“Who is in here?”“Oh you don’t want her, she's a cripple. In fact she is going to be moved, cos we cant do anything with her.” The tall man opened the door, inside the sparse room, a young blonde girl sat hunched over in a wheelchair. facing the bare wall. Motionless and quiet. Her wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair.“She just sits there all. Stan was there with a large glass of water in his hand. "Something tells me you'll be needing this, Anne," he told her, gently, and Anne gratefully downed half of it in a short series of large gulps. "Thanks, Stan. Just cuddle me, tonight. I love you!"Stan did so, embracing her, reassuring her with his touch, murmuring, "I love you, Anne" into her ear as they cuddled together in his bed.The following morning Anne woke up groggily, her head thick but at least not aching too much. Stan was. She was slim, she said to herself. Her waist, neck, ankles, they were all dainty and ladylike. Taking a deep breath, she stood, faced the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door, and dropped the towel to appraise herself fully. Cherry-varnished toenails, cute little feet tapering into slender ankles and curving out into delicately formed calves. Her formless, dimpled knees weren’t exactly her best feature, and her thighs had always disappointed her: firm and toned but the wrong side of chunky,.