After his death I reworked his outlines and added a few things I remembered and few things he never knew about.After finishing 7 of the stories, I can...ot continue.I feel it is only fair to tell you all the reasons why and a few of the circumstances.The support I received from the readers of the sites that posted the series was just unbelievable. Some of those who wrote made a difference in my life that lasts even today. There are two in particular.One is a woman in California, my age, who. I didn't dwell on those wild gatherings--I hadn't thought of them in years--but some of the things I'd done at them weren't things I was terribly proud of. Laura had lived with those things, though she'd never known of them. They were part of who I was as surely as the high school football games I'd played in. They made me who I was; I'd learned what not to do... what to avoid... and what I didn't want to be."Carl?" I asked, settling back into my comfortably cushioned executive chair. His. "Love, come on, wake up..." I said as I stood her up to get her moving. Feeling her in my arms was fantastic. In fact, the desires I had earlier were returning. I suddenly wanted to wake her up by doing more than just standing her up. Fortunately, I was too scared for her to follow through with the impulse.She mumbled something and hugged me. My body responded to her warmth and touch. I was hopeful that she wasn't any worse off than I had left Agent Ellison earlier or the girls' attacker just a. It was an anticlimax -- a few signatures on documents, an order to wire money ... By three that afternoon, Dennis's corporate account was topped up and by five, checks were being cut and mailed.We both knew the loan was only a transfusion. The patient was still hemmoraging money, and the surgery to staunch it would be much more of a challenge. At least we bought enough time that the patient wouldn't die on the table.Even though we had won the first battle of a long campaign, I already felt like.