The police officer had drawn his weapon, but I had been hit by then. The officer had had no choice but to shoot the gunman down. I made a mental note ...to send some sort of 'thank you' to the officer.I contemplated going back in time, and stopping myself from being shot. But I had one good example of the time line being changed when that happened. I was alive, and I was going to recover fully, so I decided against it. Also, if I went back and changed things, there was no guarantee that whatever. Jennifer Nettles of Sugarland is his favorite. More than once when alone at night, he’s imagined himself with her. ‘Dave loves Jennifer Nettles.’ Unfortunately, no matter how he insulates his house for quiet, no matter how much medication his takes, no matter how much he meditates, and no matter how many self-improvement tapes and country western music he listens to, it’s always the same. The noise that he hears inside hurts his head, infiltrates him, panics him, and attacks him as if the noise. He opened the door right away, and held it for me to enter.I said, “Thank you,” stepped in, and went straight to the new keypad. He followed me in and closed the door. As I tried to input my code to deactivate the alarm, I felt his big hand enclose one of my butt cheeks and heard him whisper, “Nice ass”. “Quan,” I said as I turned. He handed me my keys. Our fingers touched. He held onto mine. And his amazing eyes captured and held my eyes as well. We just sort of stared at each other. .I am SO sorry about last night...don't know WHAT THE HELL got into me," she said as I poured my coffee. She put her arm around my waist, kissed me on the cheek, and asked, "You're not going to throw me out, are you?" I put my hands on her waist and told her there was no need for an apology. She was wearing a different white full slip - this one had much less lace on top, and bottom, but looked a bit tighter on her than the one from the previous evening. As she moved around in bare feet, the.