As was my habit, I did my laundry Saturday morn- ing. I was walking back to my apartment, lugging my clothes basket and thinking about the previous n...ght, when I found this note taped to my front door. It read: “Dear Nice Neighbor in #205, sorry about last night. Thanks for the bed. Dinner tonight? My place. Seven-ish. Bring white wine. Love, Cassandra, #305.” So *that* was what had happened: This girl, in her wasted state, had failed to climb one more flight of. To change his demeanor she taught him to walk in a side by side oldwoman's shuffle. Plus she tied a ribbon into the front curlers on hishead and fastened it to his bra strap forcing his head down andshoulders to slump. She kept him tied until he walked that waynaturally.To help him cope with what was happening she said he needed an emotionalanchor. That anchor would be smoking and soon he was addicted tonicotine and More Menthol 120's. His skin began to dry, became flakyand itchy, so twice. Tongues met. Fireworks flew. Their emotions overcame them. The kiss became all consuming as the emotions flooded through them. The escape from death. The desire that both had repressed, all emptied in those moments. They were lost in that embrace. There was no other world but theirs. They were not aware of what was happening around them. They did not hear the swooshing of the golf cart over the freshly cut grass. They were not aware that they were no longer alone. Dennis Dodge was the manager. By now I was worried about our ability to stop. In the end, it really didn’t matter, my lovely horse simply swerved at the very last moment, leaving me to describe a gentle parabola into ten feet of water!Let’s just say it was cold and leave it at that. It took my breath away though and as I surfaced I was coughing and spluttering trying to get it back. The loser had managed to reign her mount in and stop in time, no need to catch my dear ‘animal,’ she was tasting the lush grass a few yards.