“One treatment for this is to starve yourself all day so the muscles have to consume the ache because there’s no other sustenance available,” he...said.“What? Do you think I’m stupid?” I asked, truculently.“Sometimes,” he said, grinning happily.“Like when?” He hadn’t risen to the bait, but I did, like a big mouth bass after a juicy bug.“Like when you’re basically helpless, and you insist that a man masturbates in front of you.”“That? Don’t make me laugh. I only wanted to see if your decrepit, old. I screw around, okay? I can’t help it. I’m no good for you, Sue. You deserve someone better. Someone taller.”“Don’t say that.”“It’s true. Isn’t it?”“No, it’s not.”“Yeah, sure.”He looked like he was going to cry. I was going to cry.“Jay? I love you.” I said in a very soft voice.He sat there not saying anything, just looking at the floor.“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked.“I want to say I love you too, Sue. I really do. I thought about it so much. I thought about us. I thought about how. I hatched my plan. It involved tracking Her down, learning Her habits, and working on the detail. At the same time, i prepared Her arena, an outbuilding on my farm. i was able to take my time; there's nobody else here. i designed and built my frame. It's a simple contraption; merely a rectangle, with an axle on each side supported on two A-frames, but the dimensions are precise. At the moment She is exactly one inch off the floor, Her arms and legs are pulled out at 45o, and stretched tight.You. I didn't need another. Plus, his father would probably make a fuss and that I didn't need.When the sun started setting, I grabbed a beer and invited Bill into the den - or at least the room I was using as such for the night."So what's on your mind, Bill?" I asked as I took a seat on the couch. "We don't socialize that much." True." He sat across from me and sighed. "I'm kind of in a bind. I was kind of hoping you could help me out here." If it's money, you know how this is gonna end, right?" I.