But of course, there's nothing. Well, how could there be? There's just the buzz of the fridge motor and the central heating pipes clicking as they war...ed up.So I have a whiskey and go to bed. The bed. Our bed. It's cold now. I have to put Jenny's pillows down the middle to keep the warmth on my side but in the morning, I find a message from Cathy and George Corbyn inviting me round on Saturday evening.Now that really is thoughtful, because Saturdays are the worst evenings when you are alone. It. The smell of women opened yet another axis from nostrils to a neurological olfactory center thence urgent messages dispatched directly to the glans of my penis and instantly redirected blood flow to lift my ever anxious cock. I masturbated my way through fantasies about dozens of women. Early on for some reason, I am not sure why, I became most excited at the thought of sex with women much older than I; women old enough to be my mother or grandmother.It was at this threshold of my young life. Go on. Take the flowers to her.”I walked the hallway and tapped on the bedroom door. “Yes, I know. I heard the car pull up.”I opened the door slowly. She was sitting on the bed. It was obvious that she had been crying. She looked up and smiled at me then said, “I’m a fucking mess. I’ve been worried about him all day long. He’s like a kid with a new toy, running here, running there and telling me how much he loves me and thanking me over and over again. If he loves me so much why the fuck is he. Yell us if my name’s Rachael McCall?”The pendulum swung in a circle.“We’re supposed to move it around,” Rachael decided after nothing mysterious happened, “to wake it up.”It stood to reason that we had to do something. Otherwise they’d have included a pendulum stand. We moved our rods over the board and the arrowhead bobbed near the YES.Rachael was triumphant. “See!”“But we already knew that,” I pointed out. “Besides, maybe you made it.”“It just did.”She wasn’t a cheater. When I’d accidentally.