Hurtling the car that I’d come to adore along the twisty coastal route out west from the town, while my the CD I’d burned especially for driving b...asted from the stereo so loud it almost hurt my ears. I couldn’t hear the engine over the music, but I could feel it, rumbling underneath me like an untamed beast in a cage, desperate to be set free, to be unleashed.So I unleashed it.The road started high on the hill, the cliff edge just a stone’s throw to my left, before it fell dramatically back to. " That's it… you were not listening. I said you had to trust me and that you were safe here." Yeah… I do… but…" Do you think I would let a person who can't see just walk around by herself in the middle of a fetish club?" I… I… don't know…" You don't know!? Choose your next words carefully, Miss Alex, or else it’s going to be a tough session for you.." Well… Probably not." That's right… probably not!"What was going on? Usually, I was the one who was good with words and with a higher IQ, but. " No, I'm good," she said.She was, too. She was fine. She birdied that first hole and sliced and diced the front nine for four under at the turn. Nobody else in her foursome was even playing par golf.Things got a little hairier on the back nine. Her lack of sleep was starting to take a toll. She gave back a stroke on thirteen, and carded a couple of listless pars on the next two holes -- including a long Par Five that, normally, she would have expected to birdie with some ease.Waiting at the. “That’s a boring subject,” I suggested.“Not so much as you might think,” he replied. “The rest can wait till we are together.”“Fair enough just call me when you get home one night this week around five or six,” I suggested. “I need to get my attention back on he road.” At that point I closed the conversation. A half hour later I pulled into the yard of a double wide mobile home. I left my trike and walked to the door.“Hi,” I said to the twenty something girl who came to the door. “I’m Keith,.