"What's it like to sleep with a blind woman?" The moment my vision cleared, I was moved to tears. The first person I wanted to share this with was Loren, so, ignoring my doctor’s advice, I headed straight to the private lounge where he and his friends usually gathered. My hand touched the door, and that was the first thing I heard. I thought I had misheard, but Loren’s next words shattered me, plunging me into an abyss of despair. He sat there, a cigarette hanging from his lips, his expression languid. "Want to know? I'll let you have a go. She's blind anyway; she won't know who it is. She'll just open her legs and enjoy it. Or better yet, next time we’re at it, you guys can come and watch. She won't see a thing."