” Candace replied in a flat voice.----- Spring, same year-----The night that Candace left me, I eventually left her room, clutching one of her shirt....I wandered down to the sex room.I found some rope that was intended for bondage, threw it through a ring in the ceiling for a sex swing, wrapped it around my neck and sat down.The world began to go dark.Pain shot through my neck for a while and then my body went numb.I thought about Cassie.I thought about Ella.I thought about Jennifer.I cried.I. Simon missedold Mr Thompson desperately. After his parent's divorce, the kindly oldman had taken Simon under his wing and shared many secrets of his model-making hobby. The very fort that Simon kept his soldiers in had been ajoint effort between him and Mr Thompson. It was a clever device thatfunctioned as both storage-box when not in use then unfolded to become afort. Simon had hoped fervently that a family with boy his own age might movein next door but instead, Mrs Benson and her daughter. She didn’t bother to stop at the information desk, she had instructions that told her that the office of Smith, Brown & Wilmott, Attorneys at Law, LLP, was on the fourth floor. The security guard at the information desk, hearing the click-click-click of her heels as she walked across the lobby, smiled at her, although as she passed she didn’t reciprocate. That didn’t really bother him, he just appreciated the fine figure she cut anyway. She was a dirty blond with light brown eyes, he estimated. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance ... Never really wanted to."A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and.