Still, Iknow that I have to complete the therapy before you will let me out of thishospital, so here is what happened in all the gory detail.It starte... simply enough. I was walking home after work. It was aWednesday in October and a little later than normal but still not usually aproblem in our city. Crime had never been a major issue in that area,other than the occasional mugging, and the return of magic had broughtout so many superhero wannabes that your main danger was being"saved" by an. Meanwhile her anger and my lonely nights on the couch continued.I was justifiably afraid to go near that computer. Several days passed before I went into the office. I swear I didn’t touch that crazy-ass computer or the printer. Yet the instant I entered to get my mail both machines began clanging away. Remember that old TV show called Knight Rider? The car would come alive and save the guy. My computer was doing the opposite. It was trying to kill me. I thought it was spam, junk mail at best,. He thought they all knew them better than anyone could. Their ride took over an hour but they made good use of their time alone. Well, almost alone. They started out kissing and they were delicious causing her to tilt her head, wondering how it was possible she loved kissing him as much as she did. After one of their longest, she looked up and saw Jonathan smiling back at them in his rearview mirror. ‘We’d like some privacy Jonathan, if you’d be so kind.’ The dark partition rose when again. ” Then he lifted the wand away and slid the setting back down to a lower intensity.She watched him warily, still breathing hard.He asked pleasantly, “No safe word?”“Fuck you, asshole!”He shrugged pleasantly and let the wand fall forward against her other shoulder. As the smooth glass ball traced its way down toward her second nipple, she gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut.“Of course,” he said lightly, “once we’re done up here, there other places to explore.” His free hand drifted.