Welcome to the Cathedral. Are you a visitor?”“Yes, from Chicago. I’m an inquirer.”He nodded, “It’s nice of you to visit. Are you aware our...Divine Liturgy is in Russian?”Actually, the prayers would be in Church Slavonic, but I knew what he meant. I suspected the homily might be in Russian, rather than English, but that didn’t bother me.“Yes, a priest in Chicago explained that to me. I know the service well enough to follow along.”He nodded and I walked forward into the nave of the church, taking. This was typically where the therapist would adopt a look of concern and ask a question. A statement, and a blunt one at that, was wholly unexpected. ‘I hardly think it’s irrelevant,’ said George. ‘It’s pretty relevant to me. Not to mention that she still works with the guy.’ ‘I’m not surprised that that should unnerve you,’ said Damian. ‘So what is relevant?’ asked Abby. Damian’s eyes bored into hers. ‘Obviously what’s relevant is what brought you to the point of infidelity. What’s also. ”“Bring that mouth over here bitch, let a real man get to work on you.” Kevin looks at him to warn him he’s on dangerous ground. “What . . . what . . . . I was only k**ding, I like to hear rough when I plough, nothing wrong with words, is there?” Kevin doesn’t bother to answer, enough said. He looks down to where we are joined. “You have the prettiest pussy, do you know that, your lips are clinging to me when I pull out, I like that, it looks like you’re kissing me with your fanny.”I. Its just that without you, in a manner of speaking, I also cease to exist. And herein lies the dilemma that has plagued me all these long and lonely years. How many of us really Need the ones that we Love, and more importantly, how many of us really Love the ones that we say we Need. ….. It took me many years of snowstorms and blizzards and many more countless nights of starry skies and velvet mornings in this faraway land to admit that I had indeed loved you. And not just needed you. But to.