"Feel better?" I asked."Mmmmmm, much!" She sighed."Good! Get your clothes off." She looked at me as if I had just landed from the third moon of Jupite...r. "You heard me, sub. Get your clothes off now." Okay," she said. “Let's go to the bedroom."We were standing in front of sliding patio doors that looked out across the open patio to the side street beyond. I grabbed Sherri's blouse by the lapels and ripped it open down the front. Buttons flew every which way! I jerked the garment off her arms. I. "Creative writing exercise. Five thousand words about someone in asituation a little like yours. By Friday."Whilst preparing her refreshment she thought about what it meant. "Asituation a little like yours" and "creative writing" meant that it hadto be fiction and any resemblance to Nima's recent experiences had to beminimal. That, she concluded, should be fairly easy.What Nima had failed to allow for was writer's block, and by Thursday shewas regretting not querying why creative writing was. ...then looked at the kleenexand bent down to pick it up. "Hmmm..so do you have a sinus problem, Sam? Iknow I didn't use this kleenex so I guess you must have. Did you, Sam?Huh? Did you use this kleenex? Did you blow your nose with it, huhSam..did you?" He was speechless and just looked at the floor."Well...I think there is more to this than a sinus problem." She thenbrought the kleenex closer to where she could look at it."Eeeuwwww....this is totally soaked Sam." Then she sniffed it. "Sam,. If Kathy agrees. What else are you up to?”“I’m seeing a counsellor,” she said, “and I think we’re getting to the root of my problems. Aside from that, I’ve got my first professional job coming up.”“Really, what?” I asked, genuinely interested.“Opera North are doing Tannhauser, and they want a young girl to sing the part of the shepherd boy. He appears twice during the opera, and I’d get paid.”“Are you going to do it?”“I think so,” she said, “it sounds like it will be fun, and I’d get to see.