Fuck it -- I'm going back to writing fiction." Nothing much at all we can do, I'm afraid... but screw it. I say we keep writing. We can't let the acti...ns of a few ill-advised assholes shut us down," Ms. Love offered."Hey! What about me? I post a darling of a story, a cute little account of a British girl/woman and an American man. I was getting good scores until that loser came along and gave me a 1 -- makes me want to cry," Madison D'Angelica told the group, her voice trembling with emotion.. ”“I understand,” Henry said as he brushed back a strand of golden hair from her face, and kissed her.Another beautiful young woman appeared before them. “This is Psyche,” said Melissa. “She’s my friend.”“THE Psyche? From the stories?”His daughter nodded, “She doesn’t actually live here, as she’s immortal, but she visits me often. She’s the one who talked to Venus, her mother-in-law, and got me permission to talk to you this once.”Henry snorted, “I would think she’d do this, after all you’ve. She stared with utter contempt first at John Blodgett, then let her withering glance rest on Lee Quigg."That isn't good enough," she said at last, "you'll have to do better than that, gentlemen. Because if you don't... everyone in Quiggville, Tennessee is going to hear about you two--starting with my husband!"She swung her purse defiantly over her shoulder and started to walk out. Lee Quigg stopped her. "Hold on, Sally. L-let's not do anything hasty. As a woman, you have the most to lose if. Is that a crime?I didn't know what to do but I had to make some quick decisions. I took Sandman's advice to heart and knew I had to make everyone think I knew nothing but at the same time sort this out.Physically and tactically I wasn't in Sandman's class so the only way to hurt him was to undo what he had done. They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I had to speak to Doug Peterson.With that decision made I went back to bed and tried to sleep. I awoke early next morning, well I never.