My heart bled for you, not least because I knew the loneliness you felt, although for my own reasons. Some people, perhaps most, live on the surface, ...re outwardgoing and gregarious. Others of us live always in an inner world, seeing and understanding things that others, it seems, cannot see. The true rare joy that we experience is when we meet that other person with whom we can share that inner life, and the secrets do not need to be told because we recognize ourselves in the other.I loved. I could hear the shower running and the bedroom door was open. I went to close it and the showere went off and out popped Christine. She had a housecoat on and she was drying her hair. She saw me and smiled saying how glad she was to see me. I said hello and asked if everything was all right. She smiled but asked if I could fix the door on the closet which kept sliding open. I went in and bent down. I put the door on the track and it sat fine. As i got up Christine had come up next to. Now he was forty-three and his wife Linda wanted to annul their marriage. Their daughter Joan was eighteen and she was studying at a helluva expensive school that he could barely afford. While he didn’t want to return here, he was glad to get away from the confusion, fear, and doubt in Manila. He relished the familiarity of this place, these people who had lost hair, gained a paunch, bore scars and marks during the intervening years. These were his kin, his blood. He was among them and while. But it’s hard to explain how you can like being forced to do things you don’t like. I don’t know! Do you understand?”Jill thought about it for a minute and then said, “I don’t know. Sort of ... I guess, in a way.”I can tell she’s interested but I’m not sure in what way. Is she a submissive? Is she a dominant!? It’s obvious she has more than a casual interest in what I’m doing, or having done to me. But she isn’t giving me any hints about her own thoughts on the subject.“Could you do it?” I.