I was now an official electrician working on his journeyman card.I was from Ohio and I sure missed it. I did go home at Christmas and see my folks and...other relatives. I missed my family. I remember that song 'Detroit City'."Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City.By the letters that I write they think I'm fine.By days I make the cars, and by night I make the bars.Oh if only they just read between the linesThey'd know I want to go homeI want to go homeOh how I want to go home"It's the way I. She gulped it down and I let her have another.She didn't say a word until she finished her second beer. I led her to the bathroom and let her use the toilet. As I stood there waiting for her to finish she pleaded with me not to sell her. She was terrified.To be honest, I was very tempted to tell her it was just a set up. I was starting to feel more guilty by the moment. But I had put too much careful planning into this and I was curious to see how she would react when she thought her most awful. Neither of the girls seemed in the least embarrassed by the situation and the new girl said, "Here is the Master's dinner. What wine would the Master wish to enjoy with it?"Turning from the nude on the bed, Robinson discovered that the main course was a fillet steak, so he said, "Something red and quite heavy, please. Perhaps a Dão or a Barolo?"The girl nodded and left, returning moments later with three bottles of wine, a Premier Cru Chateau Neuf du Pape as well as the Portuguese and Italian. I rise from the bed, trying to be careful not to disturb my wife’s rest, and venture as quietly as the creaky old wooden floors in the house will allow to our bathroom. I sit and think a bit…about yesterday’s visit to the hospital, and the good news I was given there…it wasn’t my heart. In the past few weeks I’ve been experiencing some mild, but recurring pressure/pain symptoms in my chest…just to the left of my sternum…and given my extra weight, high blood pressure, and family history as risk.