The officer led me though the building to the front area with the large plate glass. I went to the doors, expecting him to be right there with me, but...he had disappeared. I looked around, but no one was looking my way. I was on my own. I went outside and looked up at the flags. They slightly flicked with the lackluster wind.I shook my head and was about to call Jordan when someone behind me said, “Excuse me, are you Seth Connors?”I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. There wasn’t anyone. ..' Bruce looked down at me and grabbed my left ear pulling me up saying '...you heard the man turn your sorry ass around...' Bruce spent me around seizing my wrist as I turned and twisted my arm up pushing me over to the 4' high dividing wall. Bruce snatched me over the wall and cautioned me '..you better not move...' I laid over the wall till Bruce returned and I felt his feet push mine apart. I felt a liquid being poured between my buttocks followed quickly by the rubbery hard head of. I taught at primary school so decided to launch out and write professionally, so here I am.’ ‘And doing brilliantly.’ ‘Far from it.’ ‘Oh damn. What is your genre?’ ‘Action romance.’ ‘Hmmm.’ At that Jess looked at him over her wineglass, sensing he had something worthwhile to say after their almost mindless verbal jousting that had established an element of understanding between them. At least he appeared sensitive. ‘You ought to venture outside the closet.’ ‘What?’ ‘I lecture in philosophy. The store had all of these old roll-top desks and old dining room sets. It was nice to see well-made furniture again, made out of sturdy oak. In the back of the room, way over in the corner of the room was the very wide dark oak chair. When I first saw it, I thought it must have been specially made for a heavy weight person, and walked right by the chair. But when my wife Nancy saw it, she called me over to look at it again.“Look at this chair, Clyde.” My wife said. “I think it would work.