I have my arms wrapped tightly around him with my hands knotted in a few ringlets of his hair. ‘HEYYYY, SEXY LADY!’ He grins and catches me when I...nearly fall off of him at the sudden volume change. I push him away playfully, put an angry face on, and shout, ‘What view?! WHAT SEXY LADY?!’ He pulls me close again and attacks my neck with a smattering of small kisses. They feel like butterfly wings. ‘You know who I’m talking about, miss.’ ‘No I don’t, mister. YOU must be crazy.’ I kiss him. A noise behind me made me turn again and I saw perhaps a dozen foot soldiers with spears and swords running towards the three of us."No!" I yelled without thinking, and reached out, for the first time in anger, and whipped every rock and pebble, every loose object within sight into a hurricane of debris that circled around the three of us. Heavy, light, blunt or sharp, thousands of little pieces of debris began pounding and cutting and whipping our attackers. My whirlwind assault quickly. "I wonder if I may be able to meet with you to discuss this problem I have!" she continued."Be outside the studio at 7.00pm tonight." I Said. "I will expect you to adhere to my strict dress code, you may wear a full length coat, nothing underneath this, fail to do this and you will not get to see my slut's tattoo up close and in the flesh" I warned."Yes master, your slut will obey!" she replied.I stood there stunned, with the phone still in my hand, what was the world coming to that women were. I stagger backwards and fall into the chair. Why am I here? Why can’t I go home? I look up at him in despair. I hope he doesn’t hate me. He really should. ‘Andrew?’ I cry. He’s standing where I left him, looking sad. There’s still a lot of instability, the doctor is saying to him. But a lot of progress, too, Andrew replies. Yes, she’s much more lucid, but not consistently, the doctor comments. Is he talking about me? Why won’t they talk to me? I’m right here! And you still think she should.