Maybe having some company wouldn’t be a bad idea. I got my cellphone out and texted Daniel. My best friend in the whole wide world.“Hey I’m home...alone for the weekend. Bring your stuff so you can stay over” I quickly texted.“Got anything in mind?” was his reply.“Chilling at the pool, having some beers, the usual” I texted back.“Awesome, talk to my folks, be there soon” he replied 5 minutes later.So with that in mind I got myself changed to my swimming suit so I could be ready before he arrived.. Nothing made any kind of sense.Several indeterminable such moments managed to pass during which he didn't feel more than mildly groggy. Nothing more that the usual one experiences during the interval between sleep and wakefulness.Were he to describe the sum of his current sensations, he felt rather good he would say, perhaps even a tad giddy. It was only the slight visual dysfunction that had initially had 'keyed' him to the possibility. Now having more command of his facilities the obvious. Not letting corporations make billboards as large as they wanted was a violation of the First Amendment and of free speech. Of course the courts sided with Mega-Town, and now the company was celebrating by covering the US landscape with the largest billboards that had ever been built.When they returned to Davenport, the couple briefly stepped into Mike’s apartment to change out of their formal clothing. Ruthie took off her uncomfortable dress, hoping it would be a very long time before she. There were two parts to the business: sales, and service, and Emily excelled at both. The help she needed was essentially an executive assistant, someone to make sure that she was prepared to face each busy and challenging day. "I could really help you with that, you know." I said, remembering the delirious pleasure I had taken in submitting to this energetic and powerful woman. "But do you think you could handle the reality of being my assistant, David? I remember how domineering you could be.