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I told her " as much, nothing really," and asked in kind. I was in my fake leather swivel chair at the desk and then glancing back at ease once she approached and sat on the bedside to put a thought around to me.

'I want to do something for you,' she pitched, and for a second it did sound like she was selling something. I had been a pushover for her anyway so I'd have k**napped Mickey out of Disney World if she had asked nicely enough ' I don't know precisely what it is yet. But I was speaking with somebody who seemed to know their stuff today and by what they told me I started looking into a research.'

I was anxious, generally. Nothing worked for me. Maybe I would outlive it. Maybe opportunity would provide me a break one day and I'd get the power to fight it, 'sis, come on, so I still love you wanting but nothing worked so much better. What do you really do this the physicians didn't?'

She was not even insulted by that. In fact I only made her excited since she actually had an argument for me. 'In the event you're willing to trust me about this one, I may be able to help,' she suggested. 'Look it's all very technical at this point and I'm shit with large "sciencey" words but please just go with this. Please?'

'What is it?' I begged.

' So I was talking to a guy in the gym. He was trying every trick in the book to woo me' she recalled cynically and then laughed him off like a inexpensive joke. 'He was really pretty cute, quite healthy-

'Get to the point!'

'Get to the point, though,' I pleaded, uttering a frustrated sigh.

'Anyway he does not know the significance of "NO" therefore he keeps growing then pulls up this little known Truth that not only does person touch obviously increase the production of great health hormones-

'Quite sciencey, Eve,' that I jabbed.

'Close! Not only that but it also releases each of the feel-good compounds that YOU want!'

I asked. 'All I need to do is find a girl to press herself up? Or to d**** myself over when I barely have it to me to breathe,' I added. Eve got frustrated at my attempt to be humorous.

And then she sat forward, perched in the edge of my bed and took my hand in hers. 'Can you trust me?'

'With my own life,' I confessed. I cried, ashamed of myself. 'But don't get your hopes up, you know?'

And I do not even know how she did this. I was a dead weight and that I certainly did not do it, but one minute I was sat there sniffling and struggling to meet her gaze, and the second I was in my knees, my head in her lap, blubbering like a baby.

Weekly passed. I could not say that I felt any better but each evening she came to my area and we more or less did the same. Either she held me one way or another, or we hugged or held hands. We spoke about how it made me feel - strange mainly - or we were happy not speaking in any way. This night I cried repeated itself, which was a shame since it resulted in the very best night's sleep in years.

And Eve spent a growing number of time in her computer, looking in to the science of feel-good hormones and how they came to be. Then 1 night she awakens from the regular and called me in her room. There she was, sat with her eyes almost squished up from the screen, looking cute and cozy in her baby blue pyjamas with the black and white teddy bear faces around.

'You wanted to see me, doctor?' I mused.

'Lie on the bed,' she taught, albeit with a distant tone as she scrolled. So who was I to argue? I made myself comfortable and rested my head in the soft cool cushions, marked with her odor which I loved. It relaxed me.

'I have done further research. The super-quacks state that skin in skin contact is the Very Best way to-

'Hello you,' mum interrupted from the door. 'What are you up to?'

'You make that sound accusing,' Eve scoffed.

'We are playing doctors and nurses,' I teased. She didn't approve. 'You will never believe where she wishes to put her thermometer.'

I am treating Adam,' Eve clarified. Literally that was the excuse mum was getting. But, 'If you carry on like that you'll get over a thermometer, Mr Shitzengiggels! ''

'I guess so,' mum supposed. 'Anyway I'm going to bed and therefore don't make too much noise and don't go too late to mattress yourselves. I will turn off the lights,' she said, disappearing.

'Okay, Professor,' I miserable back to Eve, 'where were individuals; skin on skin? Can you smuggle Christy Mack to your room for me?'

She snorted, laughed into her hands with a wicked look in her eyes. 'You'd have liked that, would not you?'

'Just like this photo I showed you with the melty ice cream,' I recalled fondly.

' No, I discovered that holding your hands had the larger impact, therefore I needed to test that again but otherwise,' Eve explained professionally. I wouldn't have minded seeing her in a nurse's uniform, although not the kinky costume kind, you understand.

'The way different,' I imagined. 'You are not getting nude are you ?'

'What would be wrong with this?' Eve asked, suddenly appearing hurt. 'No, but... do I look that bad?'

'Obviously not, just tell me that website ( the strategy,' I said with an exasperated huff.

'No, I am interested now. You know I'm insecure about those items-

'You don't have any need to be. Christ, do not do so to me today-

'Tell me!'

I let out a heavy sigh and looked in the eyes and then offered her an exhausted smile. You know, the kind in which you look like burnt out crap and grinning probably only brings more flies. 'Darling sister, my pretty Eve, you're the A-B-C of good looking,' I attempted.

'What's that?'

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