My soul is locked to yours. From that Summers day, a passion was born in their lovemaking that surpassed anything they’d known. Unable to stay apart... Jenny had taken a stable boy in her confidence…and evenings when she could nolonger bear the separation would slip away in the night to be with him. There was the sureity of a child now……., the intensity, the frequency…the long minutes of complete coupling , at their every stolen meeting….had assured his seed flooded the deepest parts of her…Jenny. You’d just taken the last swallow of your drink when she came around the bar and pushed you against it. You were startled, and tried to ask her what she was doing, but she kissed you hard, pushing her tongue into your mouth as I grabbed a pair of handcuffs to tie you down. I slipped them through a bar that wasn’t visible to patrons before grabbing one hand and shackling it. I quickly did the same to the other and then you were trapped. She broke away from you and you tried to get up. That’s. As I drank, I thought. Something was digging at my memory, and I couldn’t work out what it was. I was almost finished the beer when it came to me. I clunked the bottle down on the table, ignoring the beer which bounced out the top, and ran down to my room. Somewhere here… There it was. The handwritten note from yesterday, crumpled and sitting on the top of the wastepaper basket. I took it out and flattened it as best I could before walking back to the kitchen, reading the note through slowly,. I figured I’d go celibate and get my mind right. I walked into a few bars downtown. I finally found one with no bar-fly, flirty women. Yes, I felt at ease here. I struck up a conversation with two construction worker types. Soon we were buying rounds and I was telling them all about my problems with women. They told me that they too had sworn off the damn bitches. Relationships with women just brought trouble. They introduced themselves as Bill & Tom. I told them I.