I'dkill him if I could ... but I don't think ... it's just not ... I've never ..." I understand, but I don't think Mr. Harris is likely to help, he'sv...ry angry with you right now." She can feel that?"I'm not surprised. Mr. Harris seems to be angry most of the time, atone thing or another. Unfortunately, he is my best chance at gettingjustice for my murdered family, so I plan to prod and test him until hecan do what is necessary to succeed." And what is that?" He's going to have to be able to. "Have you thought any more about last night?" he asked.I held his hand by way of answer and we continued holding hands until we got to Philadelphia. We got out of the bus and proceeded through the visitor's center. After touring Independence Hall, we were let loose in the museum. Art and I hung around at a statue of Ben Franklin."So you're ready?" he asked."Ready as I'll ever be." I responded.We held hands again on our way back to the bus. A few people gave us funny looks. Art put his arm. Looking at the website of a local mistress I saw she offered a public foot fetish session. We would meet at a park she would take off her shoes and i would rub her feet at the park. I decided this would be a good first step so I decided to give her a call. After 3 rings she answered " hello" I Said " I would like to book a public foot fetish session" she said " ok slave do you have any special requests" I had a flip flop fetish for as long as I could remember I said " can I keep the flip. Needless to say I was startled when Dr. Cole's assistant called me in for an 'emergency' follow-up the next day. I was in the middle of a move when I got the call and dropped two pieces of furniture and nearly crashed my moving truck three times before I was able to get to the doctor's office at six thirty that evening. The assistant, Shannon Gunther thought the whole thing was a bit odd and told me that Dr. Cole was acting rather peculiar all day; other then that, she did not know why I was.