"I can imagine. You didn't forget how sound carries in the boxes did you?" I asked."Oh no, I knew exactly how it was going to sound. Mel does not know...however, and I would like to keep it that way," he said with a laugh."Wilson you are a dirty fucking old man," I said."Guilty as charged," he admitted."Okay before they come to take you away, find me a front wheel hub motor about 36volts 800 watts. When you finish that buy me a set of lead acid batteries. I will need three about 18ah each." I. 38 Special in blue that was so cheap and a glut on the market, they are nearly as light as a S&W Chief Special, nearly as small, had 3 inch barrels and was made all of steel. Dad wanted the nickle plated one and I winked and told him that the nickle plated ones might be hiding a flaw, but we could have the blue one nickeled, after a gunsmith checked them out. I had told dad buy a revolver, easier to load and cheaper to make reloads. Pair that revolver with either a Ithaca or Mossburg 12 gauge. At first we didn't clear what Dad's stores did, but we weren't missing any meals. What I didn't tell Cathy was that my real desire was to write.The old Plan II bug had finally bitten me and once I had the franchise running smoothly, I began spending most of my time closeted in my office writing. I didn't want Cathy to know about my perversion until I got published and made my delusion pay. All she saw was that we were only making a fraction of what I'd been making, and I wasn't pushing for. She could see him wildly looking around. He didn’t seem to be able to see her. He had somehow been blinded by the hopelessness that he had been living with all this time. She began banging against the wall trying to get to him. She desperately wanted to rescue him from this hopelessness, but she couldn’t get to him. Again she yelled out to him, ‘it is I your angel of light.’ She backed away from the wall and got a running start, slamming into it with the force of 10,000 elephants, but it.