.” I said, slowly. My mind reeled backwards through all that I had seen, all that I had collected. For some reason, what struck in my mind was not p...oof on how to whether flying machines could work, or anything of the sort. Instead, all that came to mind was the memory of finding Bessie Toonie’s boot. That long ago quest, seeming so quaint and minor compared to the weighty orbits that I had entered, echoed in my mind ... and then the reason why struck me with the force of an almighty explosion.. I left an earning in the couch cushion. I made sure the footprints of my boots were visible in the carpet. Then I went back to Richard, I removed his blindfold and waited for him to wake up, which took longer than I thought. I sat there smoking enough that the smell permeated the whole house. Richard would have some real explaining to do when his wife got home. Finally, Richard woke up and asked what happened. I told him that I was about to teach him a lesson about playing with a woman's. That strange feeling she felt on the dance floor started to return. When she looked at him, his form was blurred, and she blinked her eyes trying to get a clearer image. She became increasingly uncomfortable, and at one point saying that she really needed to get to bed, but made no effort to show him to the door or move from the sofa. In reality she was scared to move, she could feel herself blush as her body felt the emerging tingling down deep between her legs, like pulsating tremors, only. " Why didn't you take your phone?" she asked."I just forgot it." Shit, I hadn't considered that. It really didn't make any sense."Well, did you get it"?"Get what?" I said."Your bag, the one you left."Christ, I really had to pull myself together."No, it must have been on the plane. I'll call them and put in a claim."She looked at me for a minute with a quizzical expression then shrugged. "Okay, I hope they find it."Wow, that was close. I would need to do a better acting job than this, but at.