..would bubble up from my subconscience. I found myself aching for the evening to end so that we could go to bed so that I could log on and discover ...ore of what I wanted.Sandy came home from work and was pleasantly surprised to see that Donna and I had made dinner, table set and had found a good movie for us to watch after eating. On the outside I was as calm as I could be but inside I was a bubbling cauldron of anticipation as I was looking at both of them from such a different perspective.. Particularly these past few weeks, since I had inherited William Tecumseh Sherman as my editor. Not really, of course. The real General Sherman has been dead for a century or so, God be praised. But his modern counterpart, a New York editor whose name I didn't actually know," was busy leaving his own trail of scorched earth in the form of bloody red marks across each chapter of mine as he blithely and inexorably marched to the end of my novel.In truth, he was very good, certainly better than. She was holding a leash and collar. And a hair net.She handed them to me and told me to keep the net on at all times until the party.And these I ask.Cindy told me to make sure you are wearing them when she gets back.I'm not someone's pet to be lead around. Fuck that. I draw the line right here. Can I ask you something? She says.Ya, sure. Go ahead.They say a blind man's other senses are heightened because he can not see. I guess so. Why?Well in your case, god a has seen fit to give you such a. To me. For me. With me. I was in harmony, and I was in love. How could I not be? You’ve read about her, and you already know that you would feel the same way I did, you would react the same way I did, and you would want her the same way I did. You may not be willing to admit it, even to yourself, but you would. You absolutely would.“Go back to the bitch, Hank”, she was referring to my wife again, “but don’t leave here without finding me.” It wasn’t a threat. You may have read it that.