"I found refuge in defensiveness. "So do you."Trina paused mid-step. "—Why. Yes. Yes, actually. So do I. But at least I don't lie about it." And tha... somehow makes it better?" I charged. "It's somehow okay that everybody looks at you funny because you deserve it? 'Oh, it's no problem that I'm actually in therapy, because I'm so fucked up, I ought to be!' "Trina froze in place, her face speculative, as if I had suddenly said something interesting. "Ah, yes. Therapy. The vaunted family therapy.. I couldn't even tell if he could see the money. I did not want to try to peak out the window for fear of touching his bulge. Then he would really hum! I was thinking about what to say next, to deescalate the situation and get out of there. He began to speak, "You don't get it. All you have to do is not suck my cock and the tow is free. Prove to me I'm wrong. You just look at my naked cock for 3 minutes, If you are not a cocksucker the tow is free. If you are a..."I interrupted waving the money. I quietly peeked inside. I was trying to avoid disturbing my wife. Lately she'd been a little short tempered and I didn't want to upset her. I was surprised to see that she wasn't there. The bed was still made. The bathroom was dark. I looked at the clock on the night table on Katie's side of the bed. It read 2:10. I hadn't been mistaken about the time. I quickly walked across the house to the kitchen and opened the door to the garage. Katie's car wasn't there. She wasn't home yet. I hurried. The rescuer was nude and wore a temple collar. Arthur wanted to stop and throw rocks at the drowning Frenchman but he forced himself to act normal and concerned, running down to the shore and helping the swimmer drag the Frenchman onto the bank. A crowd soon formed around the rescuer and rescuee. Arthur watched with disgust as the Frenchman loudly gave his thanks to the brave and selfless swimmer who had saved his life, the guy was really laying it on thick, playing up to the crowd. He acted.