The situation had gotten completelyout of hand, and one thing had led to another... I'm a reasonable man, usually,but there's only so much I can take ...efore I snap. Today, I think, has beenproof enough of that. I don't know why I'm writing this down; if I'm caught,this is journal's going to be my passport to prison. I have to collect my thoughtssomehow, though. You can't write legibly if you're insane, can you? I could plead temporary insanity, of course, but there was too much time tothink. A. Contrary to what his actions that day led me to believe, he was not a womanizer, but normally quite shy around women, he was single,had no steady girlfriend.He was a non drinker normally and he had taken a taste of my sister-in-law’s punch. Those of us who know about her punch tasted it with great care and in small quantities.It is very powerful if smooth tasting stuff.Smokers are careful not to smoke around the bowl. Henry also did not know how to apologize to me, my brother and Ron.I said. When Preliator turned into massive troll straight from human myth, standing over three meters tall, his head brushing against the ceiling, the guard discovered one of these exceptions. He took off so fast that Preliator wondered if he may have had a fold-drive installed in his ass.Quickly reverting to human form, Preliator boarded the cruiser. He found his way to the bridge, taking a seat in front of the helm controls."So, what's the prognosis, Preliator?" his father asked him."Heh." He looked. He even offered to let me "ride shotgun", but he'd already climbed into the back, and closed the door, and I was kind of jammed in where I was.We must have stopped at three or four more places, and the whole time we drove John sat facing me, arm up on the seatback, occasionally touching my leg or arm. He was really a much nicer guy than I remembered, and I kind of stopped paying attention to Jake and the driving and chatted with John.Until we parked.There.There in our regular dark secluded.