The red light of the digital clock shows 2:54 AM. A lone street light shines in through the window. It’s a rainy November evening. The only sound, b...sides the soft fall of the rain outside, is the steady in and out of my breathing. As I settle back in to sleep more I realize there’s another sound. More breathing. I turn to my right and see you. Your back is to me. I smile. I love the way your hair spills on the pillow under your head. I turn on my side to look at you. You neck is exposed more. He went to the door, and paused with his hand on the knob. There were three more shrieks, each louder. He knew there was nothing he could do, but he couldn’t leave the door.Adam heard David call, “It’s a boy.”Immediately, he called “Milord.” He struggled to his feet. His job was to enter the music room and make the announcement formally. Somehow, he didn’t think Milord would thank him for the delay. “It’s a boy, Milord,” he said as Milord went tearing past.Lionel ran up the stairs faster than. The man who had 'tasted' of shame felt glad and at the same time felt cheated. I called the shamed man forward and 'tasted' a feeling of acceptance of death and a fear for someone else. I found out his name was John and asked how he got involved with the Baron. He refused to answer within the Baron's hearing so I whispered in his ear that if he wanted he would be accepted into the Taggert clan along with whoever he loved so much if they qualified. He started when he heard me but gave no other. Anne was strictly forbidden (the way a five year old is forbidden from touching the stove) from having any contact with her former finance.Like I said; a soap opera. And, like all soaps, this story needed a villain. I was more than happy to step in.I approached her one night at her apartment--inviting myself over with the ruse of needing to discuss the perfect birthday gift for my wife--armed with photographs of Anne and her ex-fiance taken only the week before.It's not that I wanted to cause.