One day, it got the best of me. I had to see him masturbate for myself. I wanted to see what he looked like. I wanted to see every muscle pop... every facial expression he had as he pleased himself. I wanted to see how it made him feel. So, while he was in the shower one day, I sneaked in his room, entered his closet and waited. I could see perfectly through the wooden slats on the closet door. His bed was right in line and was a perfect view. Finally,. I'll never, ever forget it because it was the first time since his accident that he had multiple erections." From that point on we incorporated every so often having him watch me. If it worked, I kicked the guy out and gave myself to my darling. If he didn't get hard by the time I finished with the first blow job, he would quietly leave and I would show him my love the next day." That is a lovely story. I think that I could adjust to something like that if I was truly convinced that I was loved. Then he was asked to go to the scene location to do a “walk through” with the Director. The Director was a real piece of work: a tough neo-Nazi feminist type who was in charge and made sure Ed and everyone else on the set knew it. He was awed by the number of people on set with four camera crews (the Director had said there were five, but he couldn’t find the fifth), sound people, lighting and a bunch of others running around like their pants were on fire. There also seemed to be a few folks,. "Did I anybody tell you that I'm a witch," he said."A witch," I said, "I thought males witches were called warlocks." Makes no difference what you call 'em," he said, "it's the magic that's important."I waited not saying anything in case I upset him, I've still got to live here for a long time yet and with a mad man too."Do you want to hear about it?" he asked."Sure," I agreed."I've always had the power," he said, "could spin a coin on the bar for hours, then I met Jen."He was quiet for some.