May 1980, Helsingborg, SwedenThe train ride on Friday afternoon was the same as always. I’d become very familiar with the route and so I could tell ...here we were with a glimpse out the windows. The reality that I would soon return to Milford was hitting me hard as the train pulled into the station in Helsingborg. The next time I took this train from Göteborg to Helsingborg would be my last, and it was only 6 weeks away. I had only a couple of days and nights with Pia left, and then I might. ” “What made it so exciting?” “It was the naughtiness, the taboo of having sex with another man’s wife that made me feel more alive and more powerful than anything I ever had experienced. In fact, I felt some of that old feeling this morning with you! Illicit sex is a powerful experience!” “That’s why they call it forbidden fruit.” “Tell me, where did you have sex with Madonna?” “Once we did it in her living room on the couch but she was really afraid of being caught and I had a roommate. As I came back to my senses, I closed my mouth and put my poker face back on. I turned to get the mop and clean up the mess I’d made. I cleaned up the spill but the floor was still sticky so I got on my hands and knees with a bucket of hot, soapy water and scrubbed the kitchen floor.~~~Him~~~Watching her on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor scrubbing the stickiness out of the linoleum was making my groin ache. I remembered a time when her on the floor like that would have had us ended up. "I'll gethim to believe me somehow."Morath shook his head. "I doubt that very much. Most people don'tbelieve in magic any more. Do you know there are less than five hundredsorcerers left in the world? In fact, in the entire Southwest, there areonly four of us. You'd never get anyone to believe you." Es posible," I admitted, "pero - but I'm not going to work for you, you......" I couldn't think of a proper name to call him in English, and Iwasn't about to let him hear me curse him in Spanish. It.