The very act of writing. The writing is our safe little world, where there are no constraints. Our little secret. To have a collaborator, so intimate....Like whispering in each others ears. We awaken these things in each other. Hers, lost and now found through my words. Mine uncovered, like curtains being drawn back and revealing what was always there but hidden. Sweet and gentle discovery! Sudden and intense rediscovery! We have our secret, safe place. Outside of it, we go through our lives.. So, at least for most of today, the pledges will have a chance to relax. Today you're not quite full members, but just about. So first order of business is everyone down to the beach to swim, sun, or just lie around for a few hours. Before you go you might want to check out the bookcase in the other room. There's a lot or interesting reading material if you want something to do when you get tired of swimming. Of course, if you can think of something else, feel free to do it instead." This. "You sure we've not too far out?" She then waited getting no immediate response.Tony was still standing in front of the car where he had stopped after getting out, 'scoping' the local."It's only five minutes back across this damn meadow!" He finally replied glancing. "Don't over react!" He then smiled tightly, nodding at the location."I just wanted to get away from that three ring circus, so's I could work!" I swear I heard shouts back there!" Michele pressed sparing a worried glance back the. I'm doing it again.Aren't I?I'm never going to get any better if I don't continue taking my medication. I want to get better. I really do. But I don't like the funny way those pills wiggle down my throat and crawl around inside my tummy.I don't really think the maggots want me to get better. They're mean and nasty. They're back now, you know. There are more of them now then ever before. And I don't even have to dream about them. They don't say a word, but they appear to like my shit now. I just.