Suddenly, somehow… somewhere in all the muddle, Eric was finally able to piece together just enough to wonder, ‘Why does everything seem so confus...ing… why can’t I think?’ With that, his brain forced itself to search for something familiar. Something it could latch on to and use as a focal point. All of a sudden the mental image of, ‘Sharon’ popped into his head. He was momentarily confused, but then remembered, ‘I’m not alone.’ Instinctively Eric tried to turn, but quickly discovered that even. ’‘Then can I give some for you to use?’‘Of course, that would be very helpful. Come with me.’ She took methrough to a cubicle and arranged for a nurse to set up the equipment totake my blood. I lay on a bed as the nurse put a needle in my arm andbegan to let the blood flow. I had given blood in the UK many times so Iknew how it worked, and it gave me some comfort to think that I couldplay a part in Pao's treatment. I had felt so helpless knowing that shehad moved in front of me to take the. Richard Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion or anything else. He'd been only a loving man of some means who'd loved Monique with all his heart, all his soul, all his mind, and all his strength. He'd also been the most generous man she'd ever known. When she'd confided in him about wanting to change her sex, he'd not only understood, but he'd also encouraged her, even at a cost of several. ." A client!" she interrupted. "A client!" she yelled. She was boiling overwith anger. "Is that what you do with clients? Eat lunch and get drunk atfancy restaurants during work?" We weren't drunk...." I tried to explain. But she wasn't hearing it. Shejust yelled, "Oh stop it Lee! Stop it! I told you already. I don't want tohear any more lies from you tonight." She started bawling uncontrollablyand ran from the kitchen. The next sound I heard was our bedroom doorslamming closed.I stood there.