As I took a hold of her waist she rested her head against myshoulder and sighed."I'm sorry to embarrass you like that," she whispered as we basked in ...helate afternoon sun. "I know I've made fun of the silly girls that get soscared at your little prank but... well, this time I swear I was beingtouched by the hands, scorched by the flames, driven insane by theincessant flapping of that unseen creature. I couldn't move, just like yousaid. Superstitious rot, of course, an overreaction on my part,. But Ididn't clap. Instead of catharsis, my heart was filled with a great sadnessat what I had just witnessed. I knew the singer more intimately than anyoneelse in the room, and I could sense the immense well of pain behind thosewords, behind the howl masking itself as the primal scream at the end ofthe world. I knew then that whoever had written that song was not a man wholoved and was loved in return. Not for years."Fuckin' fantastic," said the hippie next to me. "Fucking greatest. She smiled and lookedat John. "You look very nice today!" Thank-you," John replied, visibly pleased with the notice. "Wepicked up a few new things this week."Within minutes, Cathleen & John were in treatment rooms 4A & 4Brespectively, getting changed. John was surprised to find that theblack cotton robe that he had been used to using had been replaced bya white silk robe like the one his wife was given at the spa. A warmfeeling went through him as he slipped it on and felt the softmaterial. “You’re beautiful”, he tells her neck, his lips so close they make contact when he speaks.“Give it to me” she says and he knows now that she needs more if she is to come.His thrusts quicken and become harder, he wonders how long he will last and how great the release will be as he pounds her now and her cries grow wilder, her breath quicker.“Please” she begs as she loses control and he knows that she is close, as close as he is.Her pleading continues, the tone of her voice rising in pitch as.