I sat at my computer, staring at the story for about 20 minutes after reading it, trying to think things through and be rational. I asked myself what ...the odds were that it wasn't him... that it was a complete coincidence that someone wrote a story directly paralleling what had happened between David and me a mere two weeks ago. The odds seemed pretty low on that. There were details, interactions between us, things that were just too close to home to not have been written by him. And on the one. "Oh yes for a long time." She paused. "In fact we wereonce married, I helped put her through med school but during herinternship she started an affair with another intern. I didn't want toloose her I still loved her and she loved me. While she was practicinghypnosis on me we decided I would be her maid and confidant. We divorcedand she arraigned my surgery and her lover moved in with us. After awhile she decided it was beneath her dignity that a doctor of her statureshould submit to a. Taken together with the broken ribs, you are going to be in some pain, I am afraid. If it hadn't been for a shop owner calling for an ambulance, you might have bled out," the doc said."If I had run at my usual time, there would have been no shops open," I said."Then you caught a break from that little change. Tell me, do you always wear a vest and carry a gun when you run?" he asked."Sure, I consider it my handicap," I said. It was a lie, I never carried more than a box opener in case someone. The plastic smile on her lips looked like a smirk.Griff went back to his desk. He was still poring over the documentation when the lights went out.The fat face spoke out of the laptop."Idealistic young politicians are such a nuisance. They haven't been around long enough to learn how the game is played. The fires of hope and duty still burn brightly within them. They won't allow themselves to be bought, there are no skeletons in the closet to blackmail them with and threats only encourage more.