‘Darian, you wouldn’t believe the experience I had last night with Barry,’ I began. Darian’s lavender eyes were dancing. His words held a ling...ring ennui, like last night’s experience, and it felt as if we were speaking to each-other under water, moving in slow motion. ‘I think I might,’ he returned. ‘I felt it here, too.’ ‘Really?’ My eyes widened. ‘Yes. Heaven was very near last night.’ ‘I think I was in it,’ I said. ‘They brought me a message. It’s time for me to go home,’ Darian said. I was being punished by my key holder and my wife sat back and watched it all happen.When my key holder tired, my wife and her left the room and went into the kitchen. They left me hanging in the front room. I hung there with a tear stained face and very sore balls. Sorta like making a c***d stand in the corner and think about why they were being punished.My wife returned to the room and sat on the couch. I looked at her and she looked at me. She raised a glass of wine, in the gesture of a. “What kind of people did I leave her with? What’s happening here?” He asked himself.Devin’s request to let things go, focus on himself some instead of others, and to have a wonderful time found their way back into his thoughts.Lying awake in bed that night he planned his next evening. He’d go to a nearby night club and do what Devin suggested, find the prettiest girl there, and simply have fun. He was working in the morning – an all day photo shoot with Michelle. He was dreading that, knowing. .. was I talking out loud?"The old man ignored the question "It is a pity that time and life take such a toll on beauty. I mean its very selfish of us men to be so preoccupied with it but I can't help think it's ingrained in us somewhere, don't you agree?" Tom couldn't respond before he continued "You know what? I like you, honest, that's what you are, honest and loving. I have something for you." He reached into his top pocket. Tom was still struggling to find words as this charismatic old man.