I realize I had not thought of it for weeks once I convinced myself he was just a fantasy but now I remember it’s in the dining room in the china ca...inet. I point to where it is and he gently leads me to the room, I take it out of the draw it has sat in since that Friday night so many weeks ago. He takes it from my hand and lifts it up, I wait for him to cover my eyes and use me again and this time I know better than to resist. He stands there with the bandana in his hand and just points back. Very carefully, he took the note and slotted it in the top ofmy stocking, right by the suspender belt."There's a good girl," he said, twanging the strap."Oh I'm not a good girl," I said as I sashayed back to other side of thebar. "I'm a naughty girl."He said something else, but I didn't hear it. I wasn't listening. I wasoff to collect some glasses from around the bar and Rod could do what heliked. It may sound odd, in that I had thrown my lot in with the so-called weaker sex, but I felt. I didn't think so, since Susan, the real Susan, was still with me, but I wanted to be sure."Larry, I really can't tell you anything more than I just have," he said, stone-faced.I glared right back. "You're asking for my cooperation," I said. "If you want it, jump down off that Goddamn high horse and give a little back."He made a face. He clearly didn't like it, but neither did he want somebody going into the hospital—or the morgue or wherever—and kicking and screaming about where was dead. ”“If they have issues, they’re issues they are going to have to deal with,” she replied. “We might as well get it out in the open right away. I’m not letting go of you, Jason. If they have a problem, it’s their problem, not ours -- and they will need to get over it ... What’s that smirk for?”“I can’t believe how completely you’ve reversed your course.”“I can’t believe how completely stupid I was. Actually, I don’t think Auntie will have a problem, and I know Daymon won’t. He’ll probably want to.