But Joe felt her work was more important than his little plays and poems. She disagreed about the importance, but had to admit they didn’t really fi... the imprint.Joe could have easily found another publisher for the novel. But even if his pal who ran the publisher had also retired, they were smart enough to have the woman he respected the most at the house take over as head. So he knew their integrity. And Cheryl didn’t need to display her brilliance at negotiations to get one of the best. The milkman ran away.I asked her what was all this. She told me that since her husband was abroad she used to feel very lonely and the milkman was a very good lover. I told her why she wanted to sleep with a milkman when I was there. She was again surprised. I told her if she does not agree to sleep with me, I will send the video of her love making to her husband. She begged me not to and agreed to have sex. I felt overjoyed. I took her inside to her bedroom. I asked her to take bath and wear a. Now that I was much closer, I was able to see that it was multicoloured, and most certainly NOT fire. I saw a levitating… substance, and curious me, decided to climb down the crater, and pick it up. Once it was in my hands, I once again felt a similar rush to before, except this time, it was more soothing. I felt rejuvenated and all of my aches and pains went away. Then a gun was shoved in my face, and a muffled voice told me to put it down. I looked up to see a man in a HAZMAT suit [With what. A dull, plodding female of no interest, just having to be let into the house, like a dog or cat.I'd be surprised if she was earning anything more than the national minimum - possibly less, if I knew our more-than-somewhat frugal employer. Bottom of the heap, then. Very much so. And I soon judged that Rosemary needed religion as a defence against her wretchedly humble status.One glance at her - the way she looked, the way she moved, the way she spoke - just said it all. Low self-esteem..