Minutes later Peter appeared wearing a hospital gown and handcuffed. The officers sat him in front of her desk and retired to the back of the room."Yo... weren't very honest with us or your wife about your recent sexual activities were you Peter? You promised your wife you'd be faithful to her until after completing this programme and you never mentioned it to Frieda."Peter shrugged his shoulders, "So what?" So we need to know, who, when and where."Again the shrug. "Just some girl I met on my. During her junior high school days I started noticing how she would act differently when her mother was away, she even dressed differently to just hang around the house on weekends when it was just me and her. She has always been and still is a tom boyish girl, with her short black hair and her long skinny legs. She never got into dresses and the other frilly things other girls her age were into, she always wore jeans and t shirts and never showed any more of her body than she had to. I. But never have I allowed myself the chance to forget those few times so long ago, when our paths crossed for the first time and when we shared for a small moment similar destinies and fates. And when we shared each other’s cup and bread, and when we spent a few secret moments together offering insight and thoughts on our lives and on the people and dogs who wanted everything from us but offered nothing back but the razors and knives which even through this day remain logged and embedded deep. "Yes, please."He chuckles and feeds me more cherries, cheese and honeyed bread. I can hear him chewing as well. When I ask for it, he presses the wine to my lips.At length, Martin sighs and sits back. "I think we've had enough of this. Stay put for a moment, if you please."He leans forward, and dishes clatter. They've been spread before us, I realize. Probably on a blanket, like an indoor picnic.Martin rises. His heels tap the floor, and after a few stridesI hear the muffled thump of dishes.