I reinforced all the earlier suggestions, then launched into the next element of my plan. ‘Do you know Eric?’ I asked her. Eric was a buddy of mi...e from college. He was considered quite the stud. He was a lacrosse player, who had maintained his ruggedly blond good looks. ‘Yes,’ my wife answered softly. ‘Eric is a good looking fellow, isn’t he?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ she murmured again. ‘The next time you see Eric, you will be overcome by and overwhelming need to have sex with him. Do you. In fact, she was a shapely little missy, quite lovely. A real dish. Known her all my life.In the theoretical, talking about other people, I’m all in favor of marriage. In the abstraction. I’ve even attended a few weddings — friends, classmates, the like. It’s not like marriage was catching, a communicative disease or something.But for a personal command performance ... well, maybe someday. Like in twenty or thirty years. Why milk the cow when it’s in your pasture? If I’ve captured the sentiment. John then moved over to Iris."Report!" he asked."Sir, we had a bit of difficulty at first getting onto the property..." started Iris as she told her partner what had happened. "Then she pulled back and let him have it in the snot locker. Dani moved away from the man, ran to that trashcan, and chucked up her breakfast. Then she collapsed."That older man went to her, to help, but she's done nothing but cry. The man called me over to take Dani's gun. She was carrying her little 9mm. I have it now.. "Please? Carry me to your car. My feet hurt!" Just take your shoes off." I can't! They're padlocked to my feet!" I respond, tottering behind him, wrapping the jumper around myself."I don't think I want to know, but there's no way I'm carrying you like that with everything hanging loose. Now hurry up to my car before I change my mind."-----As I study the profile of his face, as he drives, and I eat, I feel like I'm dreaming, and need to pinch myself. I haven't seen him since May, and he's become.