It was only then that the three white wines I had drunk gave me the courage to discard the pashmina and openly expose my bare breasts.“You should ha...ve rouged your nipples darling!” Richard chuckled, delighted that I had at last flashed.I glanced down and smiled. Yes, they were indeed in need of some colour to enhance them.“May I have the pleasure of this dance?” came the first of many invitations I had during the following sixty minutes. There were, of course, several snide and snotty . We decided it was best ifwe dressed up for our meeting at noon, so we both slipped on skirts; holdup stockings, three inch heels and silk blouses."What is this woman, Tracie, like?" mommy asked. "Do you think she didsomething to Helen?" She's not nearly as classy as Helen," I replied. "She's OK looking in atrailer trash sort of way. She claims that she has evidence of medicalmisconduct on Helen. She thinks there is enough there for her to bestruck off the medical rolls. I don't get the. He was diagnosed with what is called a diaphragmatic hernia. I will spare you the most intimate details and simplify it. Our son was born with no left side to his diaphragm. This leads to a crowding of the lungs. In his case it appeared he had no lungs. In-utero he was fine and quite lively. It was when he was born and attempted his first breath would he be touched by struggle. So touched by the news of this probable loss we grieved even before he was born. For two weeks we cried and tried to. ‘The light shines on us today, the light that burns within you, burns within me. Don’t question it…don’t analyse it, leave your opinions behind with the rest of your burdens…’ I lent in again, uninvited but completely welcome. ‘I want you.’ I stayed in your field of dreams. ‘I want every inch of you. Just get up with me now, don’t look at me, don’t talk to me…but walk with me, side by side, my equal, my destiny…’ We were very close now. A closeness of heart, of companionship. A closeness that.