I groaned in my inner despair, and began sobbing at the futility of it all. He came across to me and gathered me up in his arms, his hands under my ho...use coat and holding my nakedness.I looked up into his face, suddenly my mood had changed, 'Why not I thought', as we fell back onto my unkempt bed, at least I enjoyed the sex.His force spoke volumes of the times he watched me and the joys in the eyes of the men about to act out their sexual fantasies on my wretched body, abuses that were never. Our next phone conversation was so emotional, we were both left weak and emotionally drained. I must have looked like a jerk on the phone with tears rolling down my cheeks. But, they were such tears of joy. Joy I had never felt before. We made final arrangements for our meeting during the Christmas holiday. It would be a Christmas like no other. I felt so anxious I could taste it. I am sure Cindy felt the same. When Christmas break finally arrived, I was able to hitch a ride from a fellow. "Jeremy was wheeled into the house on a stretcher and lifted onto a kind of wheelchair that allowed him to recline with his legs strait out in front of him. He still had a little trace of a shiner under his left eye. Both arms were casted down to his fingers and both legs from his groin to his ankles. He had to be incredibly uncomfortable.Beth made the introductions. "Jeremy, this is James Hamilton. James, Jeremy. If you approve, James will be staying with you while I'm in New Zealand."Jeremy. ‘I think I may have to write a short version first for the New Yorker. Nick said my editor wants to talk with me as soon as possible. I’m sure he is going to ask me to do it. I can write the book after that,’ John stated. ‘What about me? Don’t I get any say in this?’ Em queried. ‘Sure. You want to go out there and tell those reporters the whole story?’ ‘No … not that way. Maybe on Oprah or something,’ Em offered. ‘Go ahead,’ John challenged. ‘But you might hurt our book sales.’ ‘No … I’ll hold.