“You cut me.”“Fuck you,” I said. “It was your knife.”He kicked me and Michelle almost shot him. She wouldhave too,...if Camilla hadn’t shouted out.“Wait! I called the police!” She struggled off theground, where the first black man had dragged herdown. Her coat was mostly off, and her blue dresstorn. For some reason, that enraged me more. I got tomy knees and went to where the black guy sat andpunched him in the face. “George! George,. And then he blastedoff into the air by pissing, jet propelled- or would that be pee-propelled?He wasn't sure where all this pee he used came from. Though he was norocket scientist he realized that there would have to be some kind ofreserve tank for all this "fuel", in which case he would probably be allone big sloshy bladder that was too heavy to become airborn, if this werereality, but it clearly wasn't. Was it? In these lucid half-dreams thepee just came. Maybe there was some whole other. ' From the loft, Margie peered down in glee, finally that little bitch was goingto get what was coming to her. The girls at the party would soon be passingout and carried to comfy beds for the night. In the morning they would allbe told the same story, that they danced late into the night and accepted invitationsto stay over in the luxury accommodations. Tina would wake with them, onlyto have remembered another experience altogether. Tina strained against the ropes as the horse approached.. We have a great life together, except for his frequent business travel. But I cannot use that as an excuse. We have a beautiful house, we are fairly affluent and we have a good path to an easy retirement. Those are all things I wanted. I encouraged him to take opportunities that would bring us those, knowing it would mean more business travel. Now I feel them all slipping away. Now I just want forgiveness and a second chance.Mitch looks at Cindy as if he is a lost little boy. He says something.