We’re all pretty much shut out. I have lunch with Jorge about once a week to try to keep the line of communication open, but that’s about all I ca... do.”“Any problems with your syncope?”“No. Even the lightheadedness I used to have when I stood up too quickly from lying down has abated. Right now, I feel great.”“Keep up the exercise and diet.”“I will.”“And don’t lose hope.”“I won’t give up, Al. I promise.”“Good.”June 5, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“Maybe I should go back to speaking with a Russian. We had lunch at some street cafe and headed back. I felt pretty good, a nice day all in all. On the drive back he asked my if I would mind giving him my opinion on an invention he had thought up. Sure I said, what is it? Well, it’s a vibrator slash dildo. oh? ( not a brush off ‘oh’ a ‘tell me more’ oh). Well(a little encouraged by my response), the tip is a vibrating ball, say about an inch and a half or an inch and three fourths then a series of metal balls lined up right behind it so there. This was like the hope diamond in a glass case against a dark grey display wall highlighted by soft halogen lights. He couldn't believe this was the same gangly, awkward teenager he was so interested in so many years before. At that time, he was only looking for a wife; a way to stay in the country. Now, sitting on his lap was the most magnificent creature he had seen. It wasn't just that she was beautiful; it was how she had changed like a caterpillar into a butterfly.She looked and searched. ”No sooner said than done. I removed the shaman’s magic belt and hurried back to the stake. Somehow, I felt an urgency to getting this man loose, so I just turned the belt over and shook everything I could out of the various pouches. Now I could see what I was doing and quickly found the key. That I used to unlock the man’s bounds, and he heaved a sigh of relief as he was finally able to stand up straight and massage his wrists.Wow, what a change in the man’s appearance when he stood up.