This can remain fantasy forever, or we can take just one more step tonight, and we will cross over the line separating fantasy from reality. We have t... be sure, because once you step across, it's impossible to go back. Before I slipped into the bed last night, leaving my wife Ann, and my best friend Bob, alone in a situation which I was certain would end up with the two of them fucking each other, she and I attempted to make a rational decision of whether or not to cross that line. I say. It had been a terrible night, during which he had been forced out of bed time after time to go to the toilet. Finally, just as the unwelcome fluidity had finally shown signs of easing he had pulled the curtains apart and looked outside at the icy wilderness that this usually idyllic village had become since that heavy snowfall of the day before.He had been very glad to have looked out at this time! It was still dark and due to remain so for an hour but the streets were well enough lit for the. There had been hints that his service involved seeing the future, but she wasn’t sure what that actually involved.Betsy said, “I am. I would also like to be at my main house dating Chuck.”Sally said, “So tell me more about this guy. What does he look like?”“He’s a little taller than me and pretty well built. You know, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He’s got brown hair that he wears a little short. His hairline has receded a little for a guy his age, but not too noticeably.“He has green. “To be treated like an adult you have to act like an adult which means being responsible and making good decisions.”“Right, because adults make only good decisions?!”I chuckled, “Well, no, but I think you understand what I mean by that.”“I do. So can I ask about your family situation?”“You can. But as I said to someone else recently, once you step through the looking glass, there is no going back.”“Lewis Carroll?”“That’s a good sign.”“That I knew the author of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.