I simply smiled at her, nodded, and then went through the door towards the woodpile. When I came back in with an armload of firewood, she was gone fro... the couch. I heard the sound of running water coming from the bedroom, and figured she went to take a shower. I stoked up the fire and cleaned up the dishes from the coffee table. I sat down in my chair, flipped to the weather channel and got comfortable. The talking heads were saying how this storm is going to probably break all records for. Well almost always, there were still times he made me nervous or uncomfortable, sometimes both. Like now, for instance.Just don’t think about what will happen I thought, trying to calm myself down a bit as I took in a few deep breaths. I wasn’t even sure why I was so nervous in the first place, after all it’s not like he would take advantage of me completely while I was tied up like this. I love and trust him completely, it’s just all of this was still new to me and I was still in process of. Can you see him?" Yeah, I can see him. Until that sketch artist is on the scene, your follow-ups are the best we've got to work with. Bring him by as soon as he arrives."Burliss Randolph was a wizened, bright-eyed little man who affected a tall black top hat as part of his chimney sweeper persona. He was well-scrubbed and his clothes were clean, perhaps reflecting the slow season for persons of his profession. The top hat, however, was decidedly dusty.Randolph displayed no nervousness as he. He asked if anything hurt to move or if I lost any feeling anywhere. I answered his questions and told him I can feel everything. He helped me sit up and take the back pack off. At this point I had caught my breath and it did not hurt as bad to catch my breath. So I stood up and looked back at my bike. Which was about 10 feet from where were standing. I checked it out and it was not in ride-able condition. Keep in mind this was before cell phones. Even so no one was home to come help transport.