I helped her get out and handed her the crutches. She tucked them under her armpits and headed slowly toward the entrance without saying a word. The c...ast seemed much more out of place here than in the hospital. The people walking along the sidewalk were staring at her as if they had seen a ship in the desert. Feeling their unhealthy interest, she tried to move faster. I stepped up behind her, fearing that she may trip. As she reached the entrance, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. . She came even closer to the door and I try to think of a way to explain myself. Just as I think she is going to catch me, she walks straight past me and goes to the vanity.I want to sigh with relief but I don’t dare make a sound. I hear her rummaging around in one of the drawers. I then hear her footsteps getting closer and I duck behind the door as she walks past me. Before she gets back in the shower she kicks her jeans shorts across the floor, which slams into the bathroom door. I jump back. She moaned and pressed her crotch against the bulge in my pants.“Take me, Bill. Make me have sex with you.”“Why don’t you go into the kitchen and get a glass of water.”She looked at me inquisitively and went into the kitchen.As she was standing at the sink, I came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist.“Put the glass down, Danielle!” I demanded.“Okay. What are you doing?”I put my hand over her mouth and pulled her toward the bedroom. She struggled and pulled at my arms trying to get. I took a book and a beer and went to bed. I woke up a few hours later with my bookmark lost and my half empty beer warm on the nightstand. You weren’t there, so I went looking for you. I found you in your chair, eyes closed, breathing softly. To the untrained eye, it would appear you had fallen asleep there. But my eye is not untrained. You are the lightest sleeper I know. When I roll over in bed and wrap up behind you, you always grab my hand and pull it close to your heart. I didn’t even.