All smiles but no parting hugs, of course.“See you next week?”“Yeah. Sure. I’ll see if I can get somebody else to come over.”Yeah. Whatever....hree weeks went by. Frank stopped replying to my emails—Thank you for fucking me so well again today! Note I did not use the word “loving,” “loving me”—as well as my texts. I called several times; got voicemail, though I never left one. It got to the point where, jealous lover that I was, I thought about driving the eight long miles to his trailer park and. Call it Plant Manager if you want a title. We want to get this thing into operation." The other bad news is that if we do there's a very good possibility that it'll not be here, not be on Providence but on HellHole. That information does not leave this office. Rachel, Zeke is making that decision now. If we move the plant it'd be better if it just disappeared. It was never here so how could we have moved it? Study this place. Are there any things that you'd change? Anything you'd do different?. Not the nicest, old and grotty, but needs want so in I went. Just one urinal, one cubicle and a wash basin, beside which was a much younger man washing his hands. I went past him, got my cock out and immediately released my pent-up bladder. As my stream eased down I heard a rustling behind me. The young man was still there, he smiled at me and quite subconsciously I relaxed my face and gave him a soft smile back. It wasn’t meant as a signal, but he took it as one, he stepped close behind me and. Unless you can tell me where the sanitarium is located around here?" The sanitarium... ?" The old man thought a few moments, then shook his head. "I fear I cannot help you. I know of nothing like this in the area." I see," said Paul, disappointed as he paid the man. Then, "The old mansion up the street... the one that sets back in... do you know who lives there?"For a moment the little man studied him, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "You said who lives there?" Yes... who?".