"What?" said Danny in surprise. "Christian said just to watch him." Well I can't go out there by myself. He might be waiting straight outside the bar...." What if he is?" asked Danny in a worried tone."Um..." Sharon thought for a moment. "Well then we pretend you've just picked me up. And that you're taking me back to your place or something."Danny nodded. "Okay, that might work." He was as hard as a rock. If he was lucky he might get a chance to feel her up a bit more."Let's go then."They made. I had to ask. I didn't want to, but I had to ask. "Did they give you a prognosis?" Good," he said. "Better than fifty percent. Well, what the Doc said was 'well better than fifty percent'. You know those guys, they won't put a better number on it. But it's not one of the more virulent strains of leukemia, and they caught it early."He was optimistic. Chipper, even. Me? Death. That's all I could think about. I'm seventeen years old, looking at the man I love, and thinking about death.I couldn't. ”He looked at me in surprise. I repeated, “I’m not interested. I really don’t care why you’re an asshole. I only care that you are since I’m forced to be in your presence.”He did blush. Anna giggled. Mason was coughing again.He said, “Miss Roberts, I didn’t mean to make you angry with me.”I interrupted. “I wasn’t angry with you. Assholes don’t think. I don’t get angry with non-thinkers. However, you’re in the United States. We don’t have royalty. I now have personal experience in understanding. 'man' he is, used that information and for all practical purposes blackmailed me into meeting him after work one night. That turned into 'a' sexual favor for one time to prevent me from suffering for all the issues surrounding my mistake.While not thrilled about it all, the one thing that allowed me to do such a thing was the fact that Jonathan and I hadn't been getting along well, nor had we had much sex in the last six months.I didn't realize it until that first meeting between Greg and I,.