Rate this story Friday morning came, I was dead tired, I could hardly wake up to take Paula to work. I’d tossed and turned all night dreaming about my ordeal with Alice at the hospital. I threw on a pair of shorts and a clean T-shirt and staggered out to my car to drive Paula to the hospital. I wanted to get an early start, so I could finish painting Alice’s kitchen and bathroom, before it got too hot. I didn’t have the energy, I needed more sleep. So I drove back to the house and took off my shorts...
