We were suddenly hit by a massive bolt of lightning that deafened me. The wood in the fireplace leapt into flames. This is true, as certainly as I am ...riting it. Now Phillip won’t rest until I’ve sent you his walking stick.In all the years that I have known him, he has never parted with it for more than a weekend, and then not without duress. I think he believes the fire was a sign of some sort—perhaps that he is dying.William is waiting to take this to the post. Please come and visit soon.. Over the next couple hours, she managed to talk him up from most of his depression, and get to the core of what was he was thinking.One thing was clear: it wasn't going to be a good idea for him to even think about trying to live in Battery Park Village for the foreseeable future, maybe ever again. Not that it was any big surprise; in talking it out as early as Wednesday, it had seemed like a logical conclusion. But the reality of it for him was worse than even Eve had imagined it would be.. Meanwhile, at home, things were plodding along. We were getting along well enough, no blow-ups or anything, and having sex on a regular basis, but that’s all that it was.While I had a lot of experience with a lackluster sex life, it was a new experience for Joe, who couldn’t get his head around the fact that he wasn’t the Love God that he was sure that he was. He was spending more evenings with his buddies down at the sports bar, and frankly, I was just as glad.John and I were finishing lunch. Dean did not have time for this man’s attitude. He was there to get Brandy out of the tabloids, and ethics were as useful to him now as a used condom. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his badge that included the intertwined symbol of the School for Sexual Expression. ‘What is that?’ sighed the diplomat. ‘Relax. Just take a close look at it.’ Dean responded in measured tones, smoothly penetrating Don Juan Negrin’s subconscious. Keira watched in awe. Dean noted her shifting her legs to a.