We finished our dance, and headed back to the bar for a drink. We sat down and talked over drinks. It was the generic, "What's your name? Where are yo... from?" After another drink, and relearning everything to know about the other, we headed to the dance floor. A sexy little number was playing, and we danced and grinded each other while it played.After a few more songs, and my fourth or fifth drink, I was ready to go. He knew my motto, and asked, "Can I take you home?"I smiled at him admiring,. When he began his fall, there had been the sound of shuffling feet from below, the sound of voices calling to one another, the sound of laughter. And another sound, harder to place; a ringing sound of sharp collisions, of two objects as though struck together again and again. At last fighting back the tears and shaking his head to stay the spinning, he realized those sounds had stopped; as he lay quiet, only the birds broke the still air of late morning."What was that?" came a voice. The. “Nice to meet you. And you can call me Steve.”“Hi, Steve,” she said, taking it, shaking with a clammy hand. Imogene would be my secretary here, her smile polite.“This is my wife, Linda,” I said, releasing it.“How nice to meet you,” Imogene said.“Yes,” my wife said, her voice tight. It was subtle, but I knew her. She did not approve of Imogene.“Well,” Imogene said, “let’s get the tour started.”My wife pulled a legal pad out of her purse and began writing down notes on it. Imogene blinked but she. . or really ever..."I started at that a bit, but in my mind could picture why. 'As a littleit wouldn't have been normal to go anywhere you could have been easilydiapered and kidnapped like a pool. I wonder if she'd even had a kiddypool growing up?'"We'll have to teach you when we get home," I told her as I wanted toturn around to see her, but even if I could with the harness around me,there was no view to the rear seat."Umm... Okay..." She sounded nervous."Here, let's start with this ride!".