But what John just came home to tell me is, that I have stopped responding to my treatment. I’m going to die. ”I’m sorry, Baby,” John says. H...e put his head in his hands and sits on the end of the bed by my feet. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms round his neck, just breathing him in, because he makes me feel so alive. He sighs and puts his hands over top of mine. ”There is nothing you could have done,” I say to him, comforting. He doesn’t seem convinced. He seems like he wants to walk to. “G’night.” I called back, and then disappeared into my room. As soon as the door was shut I changed my clothes, applied some deodorant, and stuffed my cell and my wallet into my jeans. With her address in my hand I opened my bedroom window, pulling out the screen. It was a warm night, perfect for an evening stroll. I climbed out carefully, then turned around and shut the window. With the friction of my fingers on the glass, I knew that I could get it open again when I came back. I walked down. ”“Well, it was the right suggestion, well done.”Rick sensed there was a but coming. “Just never do it again, you understand. I wanted to teach him a lesson, you got in my way.” She winked at him, “I may have to punish you a little for that.”Rick’s face dropped. Rhona reached over and stroked his face, “But I promise you’ll enjoy it. Now, come on, we’ll drop our bags at the hotel and hit the town.”Rick groaned to himself, all he wanted to do was to sleep. Rhona left him to pull her bag out to. Her boyfriend knew a guy that owned a small building used for offices and it was currently empty. Perfect. We loaded in some chairs and a few tables. Got the music set up. We spent a good 4 hours decorating the room. We were going to invite her out “to dinner” and she would ride with Shelly who would need to make a “quick pit stop” on the way there to “pick up her boyfriend from work”. And BAM, when they opened the door the party would start. Emily was going to enjoy herself for once and that.