‘What do you want?’ she repeated. ‘To come and talk,’ Mark answered. ‘You’ve said all you needed to say. If it’s yours, I’ll let you k...ow,’ Ashira said before hanging up on him. The phone rang again. ‘Damn it Mark, leave it alone,’ Ashira snapped. ‘Is that the wayward fiancée?’ Ashira froze as she recognized the voice on the other end. ‘How did you get this number?’ Ashira whispered. ‘The website the lovely Lindsey had developed. How is the weather in San Diego? I hear the beaches are quite. Talk to any CD/TV and they will all tell you a few absolutes: 1. YOU, are the only one in the world; 2. you have sworn off at least adozen times because it is twisted and weird to do it; and 3. have thrownaway numerous wardrobes vowing to never do it again. Yeah right, and Billdidn't have sex with that "woman".I had by now purchased a wig and made an uninformed male attempt atmake-up. In any case I did my best at the time. When the day of the meeting arrived I drove to the neighborhood. “Mmmmm…,” said Gina with a chuckle. She sat up with an effort, swung her legs round, and, reaching over, scratched the base of Blackie’s left ear, gently petted and stroked his neck, and looking deep into his large, liquid brown eyes said quietly, “You KNOW I want to give you foals…don’t you, pet?”“I do,” replied Blackie equally softly. “And I think you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve EVER fucked. You’re like a drug…I can’t get enough of you. If you need proof of that, just look down…” Gina did. The irony was not lost on me at all. Me, the guy who had been soafraid of the dark that he couldn't go to bed without some light, nowfound it more comfortable to be in the dark. Strangely, it seemed alittle more comfortable. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I could seein it while no one else could, but as I drifted off to sleep, with thedarkness of night spread over me like a blanket, I felt an odd comfortfrom it.--- When I awoke in the morning, I was disappointed, though notsurprised to find.