Chelsea’s hands reached up and gripped around my back.“I love you daddy, we can do whatever you want. Just don’t leave.”I gently fell onto her... I realized my weight and rolled to the side, off of her. If I had the choice, I would give everything I ever had to turn it off. Turn off my sexual desire for Chelsea, for other little girls. Chelsea was the absolute worst though; her mind was perfect, so delicate, a creative dream waiting to be tapped. I would give everything except Chelsea and her. “That would be my dream come true. Yes ... Yes please. That would be AM-AZE-ING, oh my God.”We’re in a car, driving from Manchester airport up to Oldham. Glenda is on one of her monologues, full of energy and gestures.“I wasn’t sure if I should admit this. But one time I was dating a guy who had a dog, and every time I was left alone with it I would feel it up. Sometimes he’d come back into the room and the dog would have a half-boner and I’d have to act shocked rather than excited ... One time. He has the audacity to plant me on the Christmas tree with other gnomes and Christmas tree decorations with the proverbial fairy perching on top. I do hope he plans to reverse me to the 21 year old guy I was, with the normal red bl**ded feelings that made for me having several great affairs with girls – and one with a guy which I would prefer not to talk about. That was horrible, the way he tried to put his tackle inside me. Now he should be a gnome and paying penance like me, that would dampen. Being that it was the weekend, we had the whole day to ourselves. We chatted about various things while we ate. I startled Anna when I called her excitedly to the window. A large pileated woodpecker was trying to get at the bird food. He clung with tenacity to the wire of the cage, while his body hung in an awkward position. Finally, he flew off to find some less challenging food source."It is so big," Anna commented."I really enjoy them," I said. "It's a big deal whenever they come.