“Well, I have to go,” the boy says and turns away. “Wait,” I yell back at him. “What’s your name?”“Roger.” He keeps walking. I ru...h forward and put my hands on his shoulders. “Do you want to take a walk with me?” I smile. “You’re not mad?”“No.”“Isn’t this your birthday party, Colin,” he says back. “Shouldn’t you stay?”I shake my head. “I’ll do whatever I want.”“Okay,” he says and follows me to the edge of the woods. I search for the small opening I sometimes go into and lead him. She crawled under the desk and turned around so she wasfacing him. He took each wrist and secured them withwide leather straps to eyebolts he had added to the topof the underside of the desk. Then he stood back toadmire his handiwork. ‘Perfect’ he though.She looked up at him. Each wrist carefully secured tothe top of the desk away from her, spreading them awayfrom her. Her head slightly ducked so as not to bumpthe side of the desk, and her knees bent so her bottomrested on her feet.. But why don't you take her my copy she can see how it ends herself. It should be in one of those boxes you put up in the loft for me."Damn it. One of those boxes she had said. Sounds like a simple task, but Sarah is an avid buyer and reader of books; none of which she ever appeared to wish to part with. Consequently there was a least one box of books in that attic for every one of the eighteen years that we have been married. I think she probably had more books up there than could be found in. Next to it was parked Mel's several year old Hyundai, so I figures she was sleeping with Wilson. That was going to be a problem. I hadn't been concerned that he slept with her once, but that they were sleeping together regularly. Spending the nights together on the barge was more like lovers, than horny kids.I rode the trike out, and then flew the airplane. When I landed it felt like the grass was high, so I stopped to cut it before heading home. I went into the warehouse where the Old Men were.