Thanks. Goodnight."He was exhausted but couldn't sleep. "Overreacting." The word had gotten a lot of use lately. After rolling around restlessly in th... bed for thirty minutes, Steve got up and padded down the hall to the study. He got online and brought up his email program.Overreacting? He knew what he'd seen. There wasn't any overreacting to that... not hardly.Barbara was still in contact with this Mr. Porter and that stuck in Steve's craw. Well, she had been on Saturday and nothing had. One of his patients, a young man in his care had suddenly worsened making surgery necessary. The operation was more than successful. The onlookers recognized his fore-to-be-seen skill and expertise in the delicate procedure. It was almost as though he was on automatic pilot, receiving instructions from some unforeseen source with each step he took without the need for reflection. It was ‘eerie’ one of his assistants said to someone after the operation. He himself seemed surprised with what he’d. I said sure, no problem, and was about to tell them that I wasn’t much of a dancer and they’d be doing me a favor by dancing with her but their collective attention had been diverted to something behind me. I turned around to see my wife walking towards us with the sexiest smile on her face. She really was stunning. Her face was glowing and the lights of the nightclub were reflecting off of her impossibly smooth and shiny legs. Her new tan looked amazing and I noticed she had removed her bra. Of course you'll barely be able to squeezeinto them. Luckily they have a lot of spandex. I left a little bit ofthe solvent to unglue your fat lips. The lips themselves are alreadywell past the 72 hours. They came out a bit redder than I intended soI'm sure they'll be noticed as you waddle down the street.I left your apartment key and money for bus fare. The bus stop is onlyabout ten blocks from this abandoned warehouse but I'd allow plenty oftime to walk there. I guesstimate you weigh about 380.