This is the second installment of the series.Let’s begin from the point we left off. My girlfriend decided that it was time for me to freshen up. I ...ent inside and locked the door of the bathroom. But given what I had indulged, there shouldn’t have been any sense of shame left in me. I felt I lost something and just stood there with water dripping over me. I also felt a sense of inexplicable happiness.I rubbed my mouth inside out with soap, washed myself from head to toe and came outside. My. Something to do with a tree or something or other.I wondered if it would have been worth acting the role of whatever icon they intended to make me just so I could make love to her on a regular basis. I knew her somehow.Although I was running away my memories still held real influence over me. That was ongoing. It was gaining strength kind of like memories do after you let a notion soak in your mind for a while. The images just got more fantastic, more vivid, more interesting to say the. "Yes, I'm fine." I lied. I was floating and could actually see myself kneeling there.Perhaps if Girl hadn't been so ready for it, she'd have recognized my plight, but, her eyes were glazed over. I'd never actually seen Girl "turned on" until that moment. I mean really turned on. Past the point of no return. Out-of-control. We may have portended during lovemaking thru our short marriage, but, this was different. Way different. And kneeling there and having to realize that was an absolute mind. "If she heard me, Paige didn't feel it was necessary to comment. I told her how busy I'd been, giving her a thumbnail sketch of the contractors' schedule:Tuesday: The power washer would ready the exterior for painting.Wednesday: Nadine and I were going to do the antique auto mailing.Thursday: I was to meet with Mrs. Sarah Avery regarding the replacement windows and the pattern for the roof shingles.Friday: I would make shipments of auction items to the winning bidders."Friday will be the best.