I was surprised at this. Up until now this seemed like a one-wayrelationship between the angel and I. They show up unannounced. Critiquehow I live my ...ife. And maybe I get some questions answered."Why did you repress the memory of Chase's death?"I stopped to think. "I don't know." Have you yet come to terms with your divorce?" What do you mean? I haven't thought about it today. I think that's astart." When I met you back in 2018 you hadn't fully processed it. You hadn'treally grieved. You were. My hand inched toward my glasses, after I soundlessly slipped them on, my hand wrapped around the handle of the baseball bat I kept close to my bed. I heard the intruder pause at the opposite side of my bed. Without another thought I flipped over using my momentum to swing the bat in a wide arch. The intruder ducked out of the way at the last second, and the bat landed on the mattress with a dull thud. A hand shot out and grabbed the tip of the bat that was over the edge of the bed. I wrestled. I want to borrow you for a whole weekend.”“You do,” Sally said.I was already hard just talking with Sally. There was nothing to do now but ask her. I took a deep breath. “I found a cozy little resort I want to take you to for a long weekend.”“You did,” Sally asked. And I thought I could hear a catch in her breath as she asked.“It is a nude resort, Sally. And it is for couples only.”“Ohhhhh,” she said.“So it would just be you and me, and I was thinking you could come on Friday and I could get. Even at 30 now, I was still shooting way more than the average Joe, and left a creamy coating all over his torso. As it began to drip down his ribs and abs, I began licking my junk from his still sweaty torso—slowly climbing to his face, capturing the bulk of my awesome load. Licking my lips, and staring him in the eyes, Dustin just smiles. Sometimes just the look says way more than any words. I climb off the bed to return to the upstairs, and Dustin just rolls over to resume his nap. Reaching.