"Now, Arthur, don't go out of your way just to humor me. I can come back later if you're busy. Besides, I know your wife usually has a pot on back in ...he living section, and I could always impose on her. She said so, after all," I said with a grin.He grinned back, saying, "You seem to be in good humor, already. What brought on this change?" A prospective patient. It was a most unusual case, but I could not help this person. I was able to dispense advice, though," I replied a bit. And she'd be probably be quite right ... the unholy cackling laugh that I made while emptying the riot-gun, filling the staircase and ground floor below with a hailstorm of .33 inch buckshot pellets had been maniacal, and more than a bit disturbing, even to me.Ducking under the banister railing repeatedly to reload shells, I kept unleashing typoons of flying lead at anything and everything that moved downstairs, and from my upper perch near the top of the staircase I could command a killing. . Feel me?' I was busy completing my daily tasks when I heard 'Feel me?' then I saw Frank tackle my high school friend. He was beating the hell out of him that me scraming and trying to pull him off did nothing. I yelled for help and told frank to leave out the back way. He did and I had to file a report, claiming that Frank ran out after I got him to stop. When I got home Frank was in my room with the lights out. When I flipped the lights on he gasped cause I didn't excpect him to be in there.. Not really, I helped Leet to change the steam bolts,” I reply slowly.“Ah yeah, the new self-sealing stem bolts, Leet was raving about it recently.”I have the feeling that she is looking at me while she talks. I quickly glance at her and saw that she is indeed looking directly at me, showing her front to me. I move my head back, looking in front of me.“Have you loved the cake Natasha baked, I found it quite good?” she follows up her questioning.I peek another time, she isn’t looking at me, but.