The poor woman, whose body was crushed, who can do nothing but complain, and can’t even pee without help,? she said angrily. ?Abby,? John whispered... and watched her anger crumbling, dissolving into sadness. ?I want to be left alone.? He started wringing his hands, and then said: ?Abby, I want to kiss you.? ?I don’t think it’s funny to?? she stopped, then her lips parted to complete the sentence. Unable to curb his feelings, he kissed her passionately. Her eyes bulged and her good hand shot. .dead ones.I don't have an attitude problem...You have a perception problem.One good thing about Alzheimer's is you get to meet new people every day.FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION! It comes bundled with the software.I want to die while asleep like my Grandfather, not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.I can't dial 911. There's no 11 on my phone.Kentucky: Five Million People, Fifteen Last Names.What is a free gift? Aren't all gifts free?Can you yell "MOVIE!" in a crowded fire. Once I was in the room I hung up my clothes and put other items into thedrawers stripped off and took a long relaxing scented bath, sincebecoming Christina I loved having a nice hot relaxing bath.Drying myself off I went through my routine of douche, body lotion, facecream, hand cream etc.Next was deciding what to wear, as this was a semi formal meeting Iselected a very pale pink dress and jacket with a rose pattern on thedress and jacket.The dress was silk, round neck, no sleeves a fitted. ” She hesitated, Peter felt the grip tighten as she remembered the feelings passing through her brain as she waited the cameraman finally focusing his camera, he knew it was almost real.She continued, “We took our places, the maker shouted action, and my ordeal began. I was dragged onto the set, struggling as if I could break away, he tore the dress from my body, had me kneel then began boxing at my tits, until tears fell, each blow adding to the bruises I knew would soon form, the blows.