I wanted to personally reach in and pull what passed for his heart out of his chest and hold it before his eyes as he died. And there wasn't a damn th...ng I could do. Not tonight anyway. Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow was tomorrow, and at the very least I could start gathering up some more of the scattered pieces that eventually I hoped to assemble into a picture that would help me find this piece of human debris, drag him down to the darkest hole I could find this side of hell and leave him there. All I could do was watch as my friend becoming a horse by mind trading, stood and though a gelding, sported one hellish big equine male horse erection. I watched, seeing my friend being a male horse try to use its massive libido and masturbate as best he might, not getting the hoped climax, but spewing a load of horse urine out in a boiling yellow surge."O.M.G., but I swoon from seeing my friend stand there and wish he could masturbate his horse maleness, "I said aloud, as saw then the mind in. I can be very charming when I want to be, and by mid-August she finally agreed to go out with me. She was very nervous, even afraid, about meeting me. Of course, being a lady, she told me that there was going to be no sex involved: ‘Don’t go getting any funny ideas, mister!’ I didn’t care. I just wanted to spend time with this woman. I think I was starting to fall in love with her. She was very worried about this meeting. I remember that she told me ‘Please, please don’t beat me or rob me or. .. Well, she's going to marry me."Then commenting on the cancellation, he added, "Jack, I can say just one thing: We're going to beat Ajax on price and on quality. I've been at Murphy for less than two months. My people know you're right ... unfortunately. I'm sorry this has happened, but I understand. I hope you'll see me when I come back in a few weeks with guaranteed higher quality. Will you?" I sure will, Cliff. Just between us, George Simpson is an insufferable son of a bitch. I don't like.