My mind drifts through each of my many miseries trying to find a source of relief before giving up in vain and moving on to the source of pain that bu...lds itself up to greater agony than the last. It knows the only source of relief is my Mistress, who is sound asleep in her comfortable bed, and does not stop thinking of her. The stark dichotomy between us plays over in my mind, embedding my inferiority to her in my mind as an absolute; 3+4=7, dogs bark, and I am inferior to my Mistress. My. ” John saluted Ben, “How are you doing?” John asked because Ben had been in Lily when they had been hit by an energy blast.“I’m fine Sir. Thank you for asking, and for the promotion.” Ben said.“You like flying Lily?” John asked.“Yes sir, she’s a sweet ride.” Ben giggled.“Thanks’ for watching our back today,” John said as he handed Ben a gold coin.“Your welcome dad.” Ben giggled. Ben and John traded salutes again.“Second Lieutenants Chuck and Beth.” John looked over at Mary. She pointed up with. Surprisingly after just one drink she asked if I would like to come back to her house to continue the conversation? She wanted to get back to relieve her daytime care person with her husband. We got back to the house, which was very nice and must of had 8 or 9 rooms, and she introduced me as a friend from work to the caregiver and said they needed to go take care of him for a bit. I went to sit in the living room and watched some TV until she came back in after looking after him and saying. After Mary took him down, doesn’t she do good work Emma?’ I nodded and smiled at Mary. ‘Well, with Bob at his side explaining the criminal justice system, he got spooked. He’s lost. He’s been doing drugs and alcohol for a long time. At the wedding, he was completely disowned. His mother has been fighting with him about his drug use for years. That’s why she did the Mother Mary on his stuff. Bob and I called up my old therapist, he is the tri-county social worker on call for cases like this. And.