I see you're crying again. The last time I saw you you were crying. You were standing in the exact same position as you are now. Your left hand on the rail attached to my bed and your right tightly balled in a fist pressed between your breasts. The bed I am in now is much nicer though and so is the room. I'm not sure what the tears are for but I am concerned. Prior to your last visit everything was great. We had a nice time together. The memory of what exactly took place is a bit fuzzy but I get the feeling it is nothing to cry about.