"Time for me to go. I wouldn't want you to have to disturb the Sheriff on my account."The Sheriff was disturbed anyway. By noon, I was down at his off...ce. His deputy came by and issued an invitation I couldn't turn down.I spent the next two hours telling the Sheriff, his Deputy, and the town Attorney about my weekend."Fascinating story, Mr. Robinson," the Sheriff said as I finished. "Not much truth to it, but fascinating nonetheless."I smiled."You see, you sanctimonious pissant, I've talked to. He slipped into jeans and shirt. In the living room, Gretchen was sound asleep on the sofa bed. He sat in a plush chair and regarded her.She stirred and woke with a start. "Oh, Rich," she said on seeing him. "Did you ever wake up and for an instant not know where you were or how you got there? That just happened to me. What are you doing?" I was watching you sleep," he replied. "You looked so sweet and innocent..."She stretched. "What time is it?" About nine," he replied."I should get up and. I went to the shower, three ladies joined me. I was really getting worried that my 'member' would really fall off. They helped me shower. Once I was dry I chased them out of the bathroom with the end of my towel, so that I could shave in peace. By the time I finished and came out they were all dressed and had fixed breakfast for me. Apparently they figured out how to ask Mother for help and ask Mother what I liked for breakfast. While we ate we discussed some minor issues, like who should help. Typical of me, as soon as I was comfortable in bed, my mind refused to stop long enough to let my body rest. Catherine finally gave in to her exhaustion and crawled in beside me, taking my arm and dragging it around her shoulder, so I could hold her while she slept."I like to read, and read about it in a detective mystery a long time ago. When I tried it out on those guys, I never dreamed it would hurt so much that their screams and begging would frighten the others into talking. It worked.