I thought it must be a dream when I heard a sweet female voice whisper my name. It sounded far away. Just a faint whisper. In my dream, it sounded ...ike Brenda trying to wake me.I suddenly sat straight up.“Relax, relax! It’s just me. It’s me, Brenda.”OMG! She came! She was there! The moon was high and bright enough that I could clearly see her kneeling next to me. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. There was enough light that I could see that she was smiling. She was. That tells me he isn't all bad. I did have a few minutes with my wife to say good-bye. It made me think your husband might want a little time to talk to you. He doesn't even know I came down here to see you." I don't figure your reasoning, but I thank'ye."Troubles come to some people more than they do others. I walked the woman down the hall and opened the cell so she could see her husband. I heard her crying as I closed the door and returned to my office. Now I had the problem of where to put. I used to be at her home for holidays and some weekends, in company of others, thinking about the hidden treasure that was under her lingerie, until one day...It was a sunny, hot day, we were talking about to go for a walk and do some shopping looking for a nice day of relax in her home. She was so persuasive and natural to invite me into her home, but I never suspect she was looking for anything else that a good evening, a glass of wine and a good chat in her home.So I meet her in the morning. “For someone like me, it’s the only way I can go to the beach with any sort of privacy.”“And that’s too fucking bad,” I said. “It’s the price you pay for courting fame. Fame means you don’t get privacy in public places. That can’t be a surprise to you.”“I guess,” she said. I saw that I was casting a pall over her good mood.“I didn’t mean to compare you to the people out there,” I said.“I’m not different,” Liz said. “I’ve...”She sighed heavily.“I’ve considered looking for a place like that for.