I should mention there were some side-effects to my medication that ultimately led to unforeseen circumstances on my eagerly awaited date with the bea...tiful Alicia. A negative side effect was the propensity to nod off at inappropriate moments. Another was the noticeable slurring of speech as the tongue-brain connector slowed down. This had happened to me once when I was giving a prepared presentation on the "Importance of Good Diction". My supervisor was not amused and to this day she is. .." Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this, buddy," she interrupted. "Jenny and Joe already told me all about it. I've got no problem with helping Jenny out, but the rest of it was pretty low." Jenny told you what was going on, Diane?" he asked."Sure, did you expect her to keep quiet? That 'game' you wanted to play was pretty slimy." What the hell game was that, Diane? I don't know what you're talking about!" Jesus Christ! I can forgive you helping Jenny out. Wanting to play games doing. "But she's —" he sobbed."Put her down, you fucking asshole," I ordered him. "We've got about three minutes before they break in here. Put her down!"I threw him the blanket."Wrap her up," I screamed at him. "Wrap her up!"I knelt beside him with the doll."Molly Benton," I said. "1027 Brandywine Lane. January 9, 2010. Life-size." Hi, master," said the five-year-old girl who appeared between us just as the Pope finished folding the blanket over. She'd be missing a day out of her life, but I wasn't. I'd already tried that unsuccessfully. A day later, they requested that we move out of the building because we were a 'severe disruption' on the quiet way of life in our buildings. I appreciated their position.Carrie and I talked about what we wanted to do. We decided we wanted some more space anyway, and so we got a realtor the next evening and started to spend weekends looking at homes. I let the condo association know we'd be moving out eventually, and that placated them.We consulted with.