Visitations from men she suspected.That Thursday night was her chance to test the setup. Jim's visitor had been there for half an hour and she could h...ar the familiar sounds from down below. The creak of mattress springs and...In the ghostly-green display of the scope she could make out the faintly gleaming globes that had to be bare buttocks. Someone's sweet ass. Someone who was stark naked on hands and knees. And someone else was coming up from behind and, yes, inserting. Penetrating.. . take me ... do it, I want it, I want you too.’ Her face lit up with a smile of pleasure, and she took me by the hand: ‘this way’, she said.Clarissa led me to the back of the shop, to an unobtrusive door marked ‘Private’ that was just past the changing room. She unlocked it, and ushered me through ahead of her. I entered a delightful medium-sized room, tastefully decorated in a soft peach wallpaper with matching drapes that were closed across the only window. The main item of furniture was. He hooks his arm through mine and keeps me waking. We walk West passing a number of folks who are out for the morning. Many of them are tending the soil, dragging sacks of what I really hope is fertilizer. Nimrod waves cheerfully and everyone waves back. He doesn't stop to talk, but leads me on. Against the west wall he points out the small drain at the back of the wall, where the ground seems to sloop downward."What is that?" I ask as I point to the clump of thin pole like vegetation. "Against. Does being crazy mean that my head can have its own conversations with itself?"This is not your head or your voice. This is my voice as I speak to you."This caused me to stop my panic for a minute. What did that mean? I've never been particularly religious but at that moment the thought crossed my mind that perhaps God was speaking to me. Was this better than crazy or just the crazy itself?"I am not the God you are thinking of. I must speak with you though."The voice was in my head, almost.