Brent was in the process of seeing a doctor about a new face, when he saw a news bulletin plastering his photo all over the air!  SHIT! He quickly looked around to see if anybody had recognized him.  He was relieved to find that nobody had even been watching the news.  He stood up and casually walked over to the television and turned it to another channel, without the nurses paying attention.He sat back down when a yound nurse, carrying a clipboard came into the lobby.  "Mr. Tamaskas, the doctor will see you now."As Brent stood, he gave her a sheepish grin.  "Sorry, I'm a bit nervous.  I've never done this before."She smiled back.  "That's okay, now if you'll please follow me, we can get started."He followed the cute, young nurse down a long corridor.  They entered into a room that had lettering on the door that red EXAM ROOM 3.  "If you'll please wait here, someone will be right with you."

"Mr. Tamaskas, we are going to give you some anesthetic now.  You will feel a slight burning sensation.  Count backwards from ten, then we will be done in no time."  The nurse was very polite while she explained the process to Brent, although he was going by Sean Tamaskas now.The nurse had already given him the anesthesia, so he started to count.  "10...9...8...7-"  He drifted off into a world that knew no boundaries."Okay people, let's get started."  Dr. Blanch wanted ot be done in an hour and a half.  He would be cutting it close, but he had some golf to play.  "Keep an eye on him, I don't want him waking up the middle of surgery.""Okay Dr. Blanch."Dr. Blanch was working quickly at the task at hand, so he hadn't noticed the lengthy tissue damage.  One of the nurses had to point them out before he slowed long enough to pay attention.  "Dr. Blanch, I thought that the patient hasn't had this kind of sur

The shrill ringing of a cell phone intruded Sierra's dreams.  She begrudgingly answered the phone.  "Hello?""Sierra, are you awake?"  She hated Mack even more."I am now, what o you want Mack?""You sound like shit, didn't sleep very good last night?"  He asked, obviously amused."I was sleeping fine until you interrupted me.  What do you want?"  She was in a very grumpy mood.  She lied, she hasn't slept well at all."Well Warden Scotts wants to talk to you.  It has to do wiht the riot at the prison.  He has some new information."She let out a heavy exasperated sigh!  "I will meet you there in twenty minutes."  When she hung up the phone she laid there for a few minutes.  She didn't bother dressing professionally today.  She wore a pair of old faded jeans, sneakers and a V neck blue shirt.  If she could get away with wearing sweats, she would have worn them.She h

When the stranger awoke the next morning he was cover in blood and he had a throbbing headache.  He looked around and found no more blood or a body.  He stumbled into the bathroom and took a shower.  He found a gash on the left side of his head right above his ear.  He had no membory of last night, all he remembered was leaving the diner, getting a room at the hotel, that the waitress had mentioned.  Then he went to the club.After he dressed, he realized that teh wallet that he had stolen, was now missing.  He was going by the name of Ethan MacAllister, a wealthy salesman.  He had a feeling that the waitress, Pauline, had probably taken it.  That BITCH!  She will pay now.  After all he's been out of practice for far too long, it's time he killed somebody!  He cleaned up the bed adn stitched himself.  He went out of the room and down to the front desk, where he saw a really attractive young woman wearing a t

Garrison spent a good chunk of the morning following Pauline around.  He noticed a few things about her.  She worked as a waitress during the day and specialized in theft at night.  He was parked outside her house, that jus tso happenes to be a couple of blocks from the diner and the club.  He was fantasizing how he was going to kill her when she walked out of her house.  She had on a red leather catsuit that hugged her curves very nicely.  She was going into the club to snag anther mark.As soon as she rounded the corner near her house Garrison got out of his car adn followed her at a safe distance.  Just as he suspected she was headed to the club, so he followed her in.  He went to the bar and ordered a straight shot of tequila.  He watched her head upstairs to the dance floor, as he downed his shot.  Garrison could see everything from where he was seated, he saw her dancing with a well-dressed, mama's boy.By the tim