And your point is... ?Take your own advice. Step back from the world and consider the person you've become. This is your opportunity to recognize, and...to change yourself for the better.That's what I've been DOING.Stepping back from the world ... maybe. You've certainly walked away from modern life and shunned most human contact. But considering the person you've become? When was the last time you had an honest evaluation of what turned you into the so-called Fallen Angel?I talked about all. She was the waitress that served us our drinks. Long story short, I married her five years later. Now Beth, my wife, and I had talked a few years ago about the possibility of us venturing outside of our marriage and checking out the local swingers scene. I wish I had never brought it up. She didn't like the idea at all, and thought that I was sick and perverted for even having these thoughts. In fact, she even called me a sexual deviant! So needless to say I have had to repress my sexual. "Guy is coming round." A minute later the door opened and Guy rushed in. He went straight Marion and held her hands in his."Sylvie says everything is alright." She smiled at him."Yes. Everything is alright." She went through her conversation with Charles again and palpable relief showed on his face."I am so relieved. We were all terribly worried about you." He smiled and kissed her. "Oh sorry. Am I allowed to do that?" Oh Guy. You have done far more than that, much to my delight, and would it. I want to be an artist." Really!"I explained my approach to my art, listing my two small successes.She shook her head. She didn't say the word she thought. Amazing.As she skillfully drove the sedan out of the parking lot, she said, "Follow your dream, kiddo." I will. We've become friends, haven't we?" Yeah, good friends." What some advice from a friend?" Sure." Don't share Jerome."She laughed. "Yep, we're good friends. We think alike. I made the same decision a few days ago."Dad and Jerome made.