” he smiled – was it the first time? “Sometimes I wonder about the doctors and the nurses. I’m sure they think I’m mad.”“Well, David. Yo...u need to go home – I’ll give you a little potion which will block your ability to hear thoughts – and give you space to think what you want. I won’t deceive you – it’s not going to be easy. But first, you need to turn your ability off. Don’t take too much of the potion – a teaspoon at night is enough, okay?”“Okay.”She rose gracefully to her feet and left the. I told him what I knew, which was not much at that point, but he always listened intently, offering insightful suggestions. Being a prosecutor did give him a certain advantage.We arose to shower and make dinner. I noticed a large love bite appearing on my right boob. “I told you never to do that to me!” I yelled. “Sorry Babe, I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I will be more careful in the future, but you just almost ask for it with your passion and ardor!”Dinner was simple, frozen meals and. The chef left that day walked out saying this pub is doomed and he would never work here again, most of the bar staff said they would stay. The new gaffer arrived, he was a very attractive looking Asian businessman who just looked like money, he had this way about him that made me feel he was better than me, but he was very nice and spent time talking to all of the staff.I explained how I was old enough now to work behind the bar and serve drinks instead of just collecting plates and glasses.. The Strawberry Fields–a lovely area of Central Park, New York City’s memorial to John Lennon–is covered by an inch of late November snow glinting brightly in the early morning sunshine. Looking around the beautiful landscape we see our footprints are the only ones. But then we are so much in love we are not sure our feet even touch the ground. An occasional bumping of hips, an occasional meeting of lips. In the busiest park in NYC, we find that we are all alone in The Strawberry Fields..