It is an occupational hazard. So, you already have a treatment? Can you send it to me? You have my email address. I'll take a look and ... well Dan, I...have to say, I have no idea if you can write or not. I want you to be prepared that I might say 'thanks, but no thanks' and take it to some one else ok? I don't want there to be any implied promises here."Dan laughed quietly.Caddy said, "What's so funny?" Caddy, I've been in LA for almost eight years. I've never had anyone look at my stuff except. Well, that applies to her because she is not married. ‘Well, I have one question for you at the moment?’ I said. Angie’s nod said, ‘Go on.’ ‘I am concerned about Todd. What if he finds out? Erotic writing seems like a form of infidelity. And, I would be so embarrassed if anyone found out.’ Angie’s deep sigh ending in a long harmonic ‘Hmmmm,’ signaled her lack of concern. ‘Sometimes, you just worry too much. How would he ever find out? Let your imagination go. Besides, I am only asking you to. Steve, you self-righteous boob, you could have been part of all this. Too bad. Your loss.David hovered over Vincent Bello. The wise guy didn't look happy, and neither did Don Joseph Maldonado. They sat on leather sofas in a walnut-paneled den. A fire crackled in a stone fireplace. Coffee service rested on a table between them."Vincent, I told no one about the Boynton hit," Maldonado stated, his old wet eyes fiery with anger. "I'm upset to think you'd even entertain the idea that I'd say. " I waved to the blob, giving Julia the idea.After a brief pause, she waved, while asking me, "You can see us from all the way over there? Like it's a video camera?" That's a good way of putting it, yes. I have to close my eyes to make it practical, otherwise I see two superimposed images. Superimposition is a pain with two images, and impossible with three or more. Which is a pity because it'd be a very nice safety measure if I could have a sight blob floating above my head and looking behind.