I’m in bed in the studio apartment I call home, or prison depending on my mood, and I’m waiting – hoping – praying for the knock on the door. ...She comes every Friday night – has for almost a year, except for that one night when her youngest was sick. Her name is Nancy. She’s almost 40 and has three kids, 17, 11 and 8. She used to have a husband too, but doesn’t anymore. She says that she doesn’t miss him, and while I believe her after hearing the things he did to her, I suspect that she wishes. There wasn’t much left in the tank after last night’s fun and this morning’s game, but what little I did have, I gave freely to Mila.I’m an old man, and that’s my excuse. I fell asleep again with Mila curled up on me. I was dragged kicking and screaming from a very pleasant dream by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.“Wake up, Michael,” a sultry voice said in my ear. I pried an eye open and focused my gaze on the mug held tantalizingly just out of my reach.“Told you that would work,” Sally. "Don't hang up!" he shouted into the phone. "I really need to talk toChang Yung." There were loud noises on the other end of the phone. Chowmoved it away from his ear."I understand that, but I have something that I KNOW will interesthim." He continued.There was a long pause on the phone and a voice came back."Mister Yung said he told you not to bother him until you have provenyourself." He started to hang up again."Wait! Wait! Please don't hang up." Chow replied. "I have somethingthat I am sure. Her hair was always tied in a bun, her white uniform long and bulky enough to hide her figure and she wore no make-up. I was introduced to Ms Haynes’s other side after a field trip with the Biology study group and Mr Donald. We were out in the mountains behind the town collecting plant samples and I inadvertently stepped into some poison ivy. Five minutes later, I had broken out in a very severe rash and a concerned Mr Donald rushed me back to school. Ms Haynes was in her emergency.