His father had loaned him his new Pontiac Catalina for the occasion."Dad can be an okay guy when he wants to be," Jim said to himself as he approached... the street where Hildy said he would find her house.He slowed his car to a crawl as he peered at the house numbers to find the right one. He saw a white house with a screened porch. There was a middle aged man and woman watching him from the porch, a sort of peanut gallery."Number eighty-two, I think I've found it."He stopped and then backed up a. She knew full well what the result would be, but she continuedto torture herself anyway on the off chance that maybe, just maybe, theinevitable WOULDN'T happen.However, as it had on the countless previous times, the inevitablemessage popped up on the phone's screen- 'you have been blocked fromviewing this profile'. Janet let out a long, pained groan and threw herphone onto the sofa, silently weeping at the injustice of the world. Shewas about to switch her phone off completely when her phone. Her dad had told her about him. They had known each other from before Alyssa had even been born. It was partially the maester’s doing that she was allowed to stay here in the castle. “You can get off the table now, dear.” The Naelan continued as he kept examining her. “I want to listen to your lungs, you can put your dress over there.” He ordained. Pointing at a wooden chair. Alyssa pulled the dress over her head. She felt a bit uncomfortable in just her panties. But the maester was a friend. "Shhh," he grabs my hand and brings me in for a hug. My arms lay flat on his hard, yet comfortable chest as I lay my head there. "You'll be okay. It'll pass," but it wouldn't pass. At least not until I got what I needed. He holds the back of my head and takes in a deep breath, kissing the top of my head. I cried for a bit as he kept comforting me. I was scared of these feelings. I felt dirty but I liked it too much to make them stop. I was afraid that if I didn't get SOME sort of comfort soon,.