She worked out. Not super skinny, but her body was low in fat, high in muscle. And every muscle was pulled taught, her ribs exposed, breasts hanging d...wn and scraping against the whipping post, leg muscles straining as she stood on her toes.Her skin was beautiful, even as it was red and stripped. Wounded as she was, touching her skin, I could almost feel the pain she felt as she moaned quietly to herself. This was what I loved, the closeness to the victim's suffering, becoming the yin to her. "I mean if I talked with him and you?" "A much improved sex life for the three of us. And, the realization by you that Ronald is no threat to you whatsoever," she said. "I don't know," I said. "Come on, stud, I won't bite and neither will he," she said. "You know, I'm gonna say yes. When and where?" I said. "Oh my God! Thank you thank you thank you!" she didn't quite scream. She came to me and gave me a hug that actually hurt. "Okay okay," I said. "Again, when and where?" "Tomorrow night. She says it would be okay if one of you (I haven't told her your names or how we met, although our good friend Officer Ray obviously knows) holds the gun, but that means I'll have to get acquainted with you one at a time. Would that be okay?"Would it! Kathy leapt to her feet and skipped merrily around the kitchen.She sat down again and spread the letter before her. "I cannot tell you how much you mean to me, Kathy, and how much I look forward to meeting you, Christi. Please get a message to me. Well, I mean if you’re amenable to me going first,” I said.“Amenable? Yes, I’m good with those. But if I may, Any chance that we could do Thanksgiving together?” she said. “And Christmas?”“Remotely possible. We’ll have to see how the first ones on the list go before I’ll commit to sharing holidays. Splitting them, yes, sharing them...” I said.“Okay, I understand,” she said. We’d been sipping our drinks more or less in unison for the while; but the glasses were almost empty signaling the near.