And that movie -- now I have to learn about the theater all over again. From scratch. All of this... it just keeps going, doesn't it? It never stops."...Oh, it stops. At around 4 A.M., for an hour or so."In her apartment as we prepared for bed, Martha told me about the schedule for tomorrow. I had Fiore at ten, and Ronnie would meet me at noon where she worked at 33rd and Madison. She would take me to the eyeglass dealer and help me choose a set of frames. Then I was free, until Martha returned. He looked up to see himself looking down at him." I'll bet you are wondering what's going on. Well, I was sold into slavery by my husband over a gambling debt. I was locked in this room hundreds of miles from home. If I tried to run away, they would just find me and I would be sent anyway, but not before receiving the beating of my life. I was trapped and I knew it. Luckily, I know some witchcraft and contrary to popular belief, body exchange is possible as I'm sure you've discovered. So. He starts with first her right leg, stroking down with both hands, feeling with his palms the very light hairs on her thighs, then the silky smooth shaved calves, pausing occasionally to dig his fingers into her muscles, massaging. Her foot rests on his thigh, and he torments himself by running his fingers around her anklebones but not letting himself go farther. The sight of her foot on his thigh, so close but not close enough, not letting himself touch her beautiful foot, was driving him. Over time, Rod actually began to look forward to the therapy sessions, and his contact with the woman that tried to help him. Her visits kindled a flame inside him, gave him a reason to carry on, to maybe even look forward to another day. In short, she was the spark that ignited his will to live again. Their therapy sessions stretched from the prescribed three months to almost two years. Many times, the therapist visited him on her own time, enjoying his company almost as much as he enjoyed.