" Mom heldmy hand stopping me. The girls have suggested, and I agree, that one dayis not enough to cure you of your ways, so we have taken all of your...lothes away and replaced them. After you change into your nightgowngrab a robe and come back down." I could hardly believe my ears! But Mommerely smiled at me and handed me the key to my room. On my bed was a cotton nightgown and a robe that had little bunnyrabbits all over it. I undressed and washed off the makeup, slipped thenightgown on and. I was worried that you might think I’d replied to you and then changed my mind, and you might not get back to me again.”“No, that’s fine, I guessed you might have other things going on. So what’s with the two phones?”She grimaced, “I had my first smartphone stolen while I was working about a year after I arrived in LA; I didn’t know enough at the time about protecting my personal information, and I ended up having to move to a new apartment, change my numbers, and create new social media. " "What's that supposed to mean?" "Take your clothes off, and you'll find out." My wife was a puppet master, and I was Pinocchio. The word "no" did not exist in my vocabulary where she was concerned. And this wasn't exactly a secret. But she knew the word "no" all too well. As I placed my hands on her hips and went to kiss her, she quickly leaned back, placing a cease-and-desist hand in my face and pushing my head back. "Did I say you could kiss me?" She grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands. All Iwould have to do is stop drinking. No, not even that much. If I justdrank less, enough to make sure I never had issues walking, then problemsolved. That would be easy.A chuckle cut through my thoughts, followed by my boss remarking, "Youlook like an animal trapped in a cage, desperately trying to find a wayout." That?s not ..." I began as I looked up only to cut myself off with,"It?s your fault with all your logical arguments, messin? with my headand throwin? everything outta.