That final act of decadence was too much for one night and the emotions I was feeling, the intensity and speed at which things happened that day, knoc...ed me for 10. Sleep engulfed me almost instantly that night until I awoke the next morning. An earthquake would not have made me stir. ****************************************** The following day was a normal, typical day and not much thought was given to the escapades of the previous day. That is, until I arrived back to my apartment.. "Michael capped the jug and put it into the garage.He and Arnie went into the living room and watched some TV.Sure enough, 12 minutes later, Arnie said he had to go, again.He got the jug out of the garage, and handed it to him in the bathroom. Michael stood there, waiting for him to proceed draining his bladder."Aren't you going to leave?" he asked me."No, this is fascinating."Arnie took the jug abruptly from him and turned his back. A steady stream of liquid could be heard pouring into the. " I know that. And I love you. And i know a lot ofthis is my fault. I know you've sometimes wanted more than I was prepared to give. but thngs have changed. I've changed. IBut most of all, it's not like it used to be. I used to be the center of your life and you were the center of mine. I don't expect the sexual marathons we had when we were first married, but I miss being physically close. I miss the intimacy. I miss having you inside me." And you think I don't?" Brad, despite having the girls. I still spoke, somehow, but I couldn't move. I couldn'tsee, either. I couldn't feel except the fluttering where my throat hadbeen, like I'd swallowed a live moth. I wanted to tear it out, anything toend the maddening sensation, but the fire had already destroyed my limbs.The only sensation was hearing, an umbilical cord connecting me from all-encompassing nothingness to the physical world. I heard words that made nosense, but I recognized them. I was speaking. Then the fluttering becamealmost.