"Shouldn't you be outside?" Mergurgle?" Are you insane. It's twenty below."How did you get in?" Murggle."He pulled himself up and stretched, kneaded t...e quilt, looked up and saw I was still there, walked over to the edge and jumped. He head-butted my ankles.I stepped back.This was the reaction he was looking for. He butted again. I stepped back.Eventually, we were at the backdoor ... he went out a very professional pet door and came back in."Marrggle." I see. Who did that?" Purrmurft," and he. So I wasn’t keen on losing an hour of my freedom each week. But the things she made me start thinking and talking about quickly had me feeling shaky again. The way she explained it was that I’d built my house upon the sand, and if I wanted my house to be strong I needed to rebuild on the rock. So we drilled down to my foundation of insecurities, talking about my anger toward the drunk driver that had crashed into my parents’ car, bitterness to my old friend Luke because he still had his. -9:20 pm-I’m getting better at this. I’ve only made my feet tingle twice, but I’ve had that shooting feeling three times in the past hour. I’m going to bed now. I’m exhausted.Friday, January 30th, 1987-2:50 pm-This was the longest day I’ve had in my life. I told him everything that I experienced yesterday while we ate breakfast and was only a little nervous when I got undressed in front of him back in the room. He did my feet again while I got my nipples feeling good, and actually had two back. I guess he still is, but I haven’t seen him since then. He didn’t like it. I think you bullied him into it like you tried to bully Michelle into some partner swapping. But I had warned her and told her I’d back her up.”“I know. I hated you for that. Why would you do that to me?”“Because you were about to hurt Pete in a major way. Oh, he’d have screwed Michelle and probably liked it. She might have liked it. But he would not have liked me screwing you at all. It would have ripped his heart out..