I hammered my fist into my thigh to emphasize my anger for endangering our relationship and my resolve not to let it happen again. Just because I want...ed it didn’t mean she did too and I needed to stop deluding myself. It was hard, but I stayed away from the balcony that night, not that Lynn would have been there but I stayed away nonetheless.It was the weekend. I hung around with kids and took them out for the day. It was a beautiful day and they were excited to go for a drive in the Camaro but. She knew it could be worse. She could be dead or in a coma. She was neither. Her three broken ribs were healing, although still very much tender to the touch. She could swear there was still glass inside the sealed up gash on her forehead that zigzagged down to her chin. It felt like it, at least. Although the facial plastic surgeon had assured her ten times over that she had completely cleaned it of debris and had stitched it up beautifully. She slid to the edge of the bed, placed her hands. "Is this the folder you wanted?" She smirked.Tom took the folder and opened it, seeing the dirty magazine on top of his papers. His face turned bright red and he began to stammer."Um ah where'd you get this?" You know darn well where I got it, it was in your drawer."Sally was giggling at her brother's embarrassment. She tried to look disgusted, but she couldn't help laughing."Is this the type of things you look at when you play with yourself? Do you like to look at pictures of people having. ’ A minute later he waved for her to come over. ‘Captain Adamson, this is my fiancée, Charlie Weaver.’ She jerked at his arm. What was he saying? They weren’t engaged yet. She certainly had hopes, yes, even plans, but … ‘Charlie, this is my boss and his lovely wife, Joanne.’ They chatted for a minute then Captain said to Charlie, ‘You have a great young man here. With his promotion he is really going places.’ ‘Huh? What promotion?’ She shot Jim a dirty look. Something funny was going on. A.