I can’t remember what the fight was about, exactly, but I do remember that it was my fault. I mentioned something about her dress, which I knew an e...x-boyfriend had purchased for her . . . it went downhill from there. She tried to explain, saying it wasn’t the same dress, but that she liked the pattern so she had gone and purchased one just like it for Valentine’s Day. It had something to do with what Carmen had called the ‘spirit of love.’ But I didn’t buy it. Wounded male pride was more. She draped a blanket over the high woodenfootboard and pushed me from behind. Yelling in surprise Ifell forward and wound up draped over the footboard. My feet had come up off the floor. By pointing my toes I couldjust barely graze the floor with the toes of my sandals butnot enough to give myself any support. Sylvia tied rope tomy wrists (which were still bound as were my elbows) andfed the other end around the top of one tall bedpost at thehead of the bed. By tugging on this rope she was able. Dhani came over to see me every day and to eat dinner with me. We talked a lot and became close friends.When her daughter Gabriella became one month old Dhani became sixteen years old. I took her out to dinner that night. Afterwards we settled in at my house to watch a movie. It was a Chick Flick and made Dhani cry. She cuddled into me and started kissing me. Then she started undressing herself right there on the couch in my living room with her baby not more than a few feet away from us. She. Mr. Cunningham we're dropping the Vice-President off at her entrance then we'll take you to your car." Fine," Chris nodded. The couple exchanged a chaste kiss as she left the car. She felt in better spirits since Ray noticed the lumps. She wore a flare blue wool skirt and a white silk blouse with heels. Her strap purse weighed a ton as she walked briskly to Senator Smith's office.By the time Raymond greeted her, she had already forgotten that she was a very sick woman. She sat down with the.