She thought thatDoug was only trying to hurt her when he said he did not love heranymore when he was Marci.That did not wound her heart as much as Dou...'s belief that she did notlove him. She was devastated hearing his doubt of her love. She did allof this for him. So he would be a better person. Yes she found out sheso enjoyed having a sissy that she was going to allowed him to remainone as much as he like, but still this was for his own good.This was hard on her at first, not saying I love you. He seemed shrunken, withered, lost among the bandages and glaring-white sling that supported his left arm.“Not entirely, Purdy. Patch did a lot to keep you from bleeding out. You know he was hurt pretty badly himself. His face, his hands...”“Yeh, durned ol’ fool. He coulda bled out, too. How’s he doin’?”“Fine, just fine. We got him some help from a ranch family up-river. Their kids come down mornings and evenings to milk and feed and help him with chores. Truth be told, I think he’s loving. I guess I know now how come you were so well informed about the behavior of sluts. The relative of your boss? Ever hear the parable about not shitting in your living room? All this time I was working, proud that you could afford your hobby, I find out your hobby was screwing sluts? We’re done, Mark. There’s not a thing you can say that will change my mind. I’ll be back later for the rest of my stuff.”I thought about what Brian said about being careful if I ever confronted Mark as my head. ......."Oh, er, hello?" An awkward muddled sounding voice from behind him spoke. Rolling over, no, turning around some how even though he was lying down....Surprise took him as he realised he was no longer sleeping in his old bed, but was floating in a grey void, where the space around him seemed murky , blurry almost.Searching for the source of the voice, Jack answered "...heyyyyy?" in an equally awkward and questioning tone."What are you doing there, I mean how did you get here, I mean who.