So there was nothing for me to be ashamed of or feel guilty about and I thought I had done a good thing.Four days later,same place, same time, same th...ng. Three days after that, same place, same time, same thing. Every three or four nights they were having me meet them to take their relief in me. It was a bit much, but I thought they'd get tired of me after a while and move on to someone else. I was thinking that maybe this was something that cops do all the time that the public doesn't know. It was quite dark and hard to recognise her. I asked her the reason for been here so late and she saidthere is nobody at her house, kids are away for vacation and husband must be drunk somewhere. She didnt have the keys to her house. i immediatley welcomed her and offered tea.I asked her to have dinner and stay back for the night and she can return in the morning after we find another way of getting duplicate keys. Sheela’s husband used to often visit brothul after getting drunk with hsi. Himmel. I laughed at mythoughts. Sure Sam, stop seeing a therapist when you're depressed andstart again when you're happy. I shrugged and got to work.I decided to walk home to get some exercise and stopped at a shop onMadison Avenue and looked in the window. There was an ivory linensuit. Maybe if I lost weight I would buy something like that for thesummer. A striped blue and red tie with small white things in the bluestripes (I never have figured out what they were supposed to be) caughtmy eye. ? Her shoulder?and elbow joints were almost dislocated, she was stretched sotightly.? Using two steel eyelets screwedinto the wooden floor, beside her on each side, I had a cord pulled throughthem and over her, fastened ultra-tight forcing her tail bone tight, flat down.She could move her legs freely to kick all she wanted, but from the constraintup it was as if she was nailed down (which didn't sound like a bad ideaeither.? Crucify her to the floor. And Ihad lots of spikes.)??????????? Ihad.