Suddenly i feel embarressed,i am not fully dressed for him.He is thousands of miles and another continent away yet i feel the need to obey.i dread my ...unishment,last time He never contacted me for over a week it felt like a lifetime. oh my god look at the time,i turn, my fingers frantically searching the dresser behind me.swearing i finally find the key . i am amaster now of unlocking the cuffs quickly.i have taken too long worrying over my lack of pegs .the front door opens,i kick the heels. "Franso, my friend," Xian said quietly. "How long has it been? About a month I believe... actually if memory serves it's been exactly a month." Ahhh, yes Mr. Xian. Good to see you again. I was expecting you."Xian frowned as Franso employed his own tactic against him. "Enough small talk baker, you have something for me." It was a statement, not a question."Um, yes. Actually I have something that might interest you more than your normal fee. Information that -"Before he could finish the sentence. I grabbed his wallet and car keys and threw them in the gutter on my way here.“Everything I own is still at the house. I can’t tell Scott. He would kill him. He wasn’t happy that I agreed to stay there last night anyway. I still need my stuff though.”“My Dad and I will handle that,” Phil said firmly. “Give me a few minutes and I want you to make a list of what you want.”“Don’t get into trouble,” she urged.“I don’t want you to worry about me at all,” Phil said. “You should call Scott. I’m sure. The friendship continued for a while until Bridget found the right man for her. We made the usual comments, you know the ones about remaining friends and seeing each other from time to time. We all know that is just hot air. We would talk on the phone occasionally, but even that faded away. So I was again a single man at forty-nine. Probably for the rest of my life, judging from my track record. Perhaps I should have tried harder with my wife, but regrets are something we have to live with. You.