The palms of his hands were damp when George finally called upstairs on the house phone for him to come down, that they were ready to go. He remembere... Chris' apprehension the previous day and he wondered if maybe she had been right. He knew that she should have contacted him that afternoon and he was certain that something had happened to her.When the car finally pulled into the hideout, he asked Price where Chris had gone."She is taking a little rest in the country. She decided that she. Unfortunately, I arrived home early one afternoon and found her being poked at both ends by a pair of wastrels from the other side of the tracks with nothing on their mind except switching and trying the other side. Needless to say, that was the moment that Wendy and I parted ways and now that I look back at it in retrospect, I can see that it was a fortuitous moment because it set me on a different direction in my search for meaningful purpose in the chaos of ordinary living.The end of Wendy. Our hands touched and it was like I had come home. A simple hand shake, but every point of contact seemed to be an energy source. Her skin is like velvet: soft, very soft, smooth and tanned: velvety. Something in her skins cells, some chemical, some DNA thing, some hormone or whatever, attracts like-minded somethings in my skin cells. My theory is this: certain people are chemical attractors to certain other people. Their body chemistries are meant for each other, attract each other like iron. I looked at the signature and saw it was from Sally. It read, Dearest Rich, I will never be able to thank you enough for your tender warm loving. It was by far the best of my life. Tears still drop from my eyes as I think back on it. I know I have placed you in a very awkward position, please feel no obligation of any sort to see me again in light of the things I revealed to you today. I will always cherish the time I have spent working with you and every second of the other times we spent.