When we finished the song she lay flat on my body and rolled us over. I continued to be in a state of pure bliss. I knew she was too. We were nowhere ...ear our sexual climax but that didn’t matter somehow. The sense of union, not just with each other but with the ALL continued. That was what mattered. My lingam was still deep inside her yoni but that just didn’t matter. It didn’t matter physically to me and I knew it didn’t matter to Zena either. My being in her was, at this point, purely. It lay at the centre of my desk and was the size of a shoebox. The address was handwritten. I knew the familiar curls, the generous lettering. Maybe I shouldn't open it, I thought, while my fingers were already opening it.The box was crammed with balled-up white tissues. On top lay the yellow piece of paper I had left on her chest while she was sleeping. It had obviously been crumpled before being smoothed out again; the ink of the writing seemed blotted by moisture. A few words had been added. I was up looking through the window one day and Mrs. Jessup looked up and smiled at me. I jumped down and was going to run away, but she came to the back door from the hallway and stopped me. “Jimmy, you know something? I’m rather proud you like looking at me. Do you think I’m pretty, Jimmy?” “Oh wow, Mrs. Jessup, you’re beautiful. You’re the prettiest woman I know. I’m sorry for being so bad, but I love looking at you. I really do.” “If that’s the way you feel Jimmy then we should do something. It was a long companionable afternoon at last, spent quietly in one another’s company. The two were emotionally exhausted after a day fighting demons. By mutual agreement they enjoyed a light, early dinner. Helen helped Duncan make up the couch in the living room. Duncan had worried unnecessarily, Helen was easily convinced she would feel more relaxed, more comfortable and even safer if he spent the night on the couch. As she gave his pillow a last fluff she saucily warned him the hallway was.