My brain is also adjusting for the shorter distance involved. It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your fingers are. It finds it disturbing ...hen it knows that the tip of your finger should be touching something but is not.In other news, Scrivener my writing software of choice has come out with a new beta version for it’s Windows implementation that includes screenwriting. It’s been out a while I just noticed. I’m giving it a whirl. It allows me to have my complete story making process. "What happened?" A concerned voice came from the bedroom."The fucking fire bit me!" Well tell it to play nice," Thea joked as she came around the corner. The look on Holly's face told her this she was not amused. "Come here, let's run it under some cold water."Thea accompanied her distressed lover over to the sink and turned the knob. To their unpleasant surprise, no water came out."What the hell?" Holly griped."I don't know, I guess the pipes must be frozen." Thea said apologetically."Well. His father was the first to arrive, parking his precious Jaguar in the garage, coming inside, and heading straight to the fridge for a beer. Alex heard him shout to turn the music down but ignored him and continued his attempt to numb his mind with the video game and clear his mind of Nina and their conversation. In a brief moment of insanity, he considered asking his father about his experiences from earlier that day and the possibility that Nina had brought up about BDSM. He quickly. Maybe I started a couple of weeks later."Ruthie then told the story from beginning to end, starting with how everything started when she overheard a conversation not meant for her ears. Hartman pointed out that what the conversation did was give her the idea of using the bath brush for something she had been wanting to do anyway. The two women spent several minutes trying to unravel Ruthie's mix of religious guilt and burning sexuality. Hartman pointed out that Ruthie needed an outlet for both.