A gorgeous dark haired Irish woman made me over and we chatted and she was very friendly and made me feel at ease.After applying make up including mas...cara and pink nail varnish she showed me how to put on a wig 'properly' as she called it not just shove it on my head.She then told me to go back to the dressing room and put the dress I had brought with me, a nice long purple dress and also black shoes with as high a heal as I could manage.She looked me up and down and showed me in to the lounge. "Hey, what do you think?" I asked pointing to the sign. "How long has it been since you went to a porno theater?" I can see porn on my laptop... but what-the-hell - let's do it" he agreed. I think it was that feeling of being like a k** again - or maybe the bourbon.We paid for our entrance walked past the concession stand and entered the doors. We both stopped abruptly as we were totally blinded by the darkness. There was a girl blowing two guys on the screen but it didn't shed enough light to. Connor, the little traitor, got to ride along freely and I glared at his back the whole ride.The hospital was on the other side of town in its own little complex. It was shared with the other small towns nearby and was more of a county hospital than a town hospital. They had already called Claire and she was almost hysterical as they wheeled me in. They took x-rays of my head and arms, since that's what hurt, and then put me in a large room with curtain walls next to Jake."I'm so sorry," he. Across the street, Roger, her elderly neighbor, had just lost an argument with his wife and stomped out to go to the mailbox. He was halfway when the motion in Lisa's window caught his eye. He stopped, in semi-shock as his demure neighbor bared her back, then turned half way around, not quite enough to see him, had she been looking. He could only see down to just below her shoulders, but he walked very slowly to the mailbox and leaned on it for support. The figure in the window raised her arms.