I'm not fully sure that we're actually having this conversation. I am hopeful a psychologist is listening to my words but it would not fully surprise ...me if this nice office is a delusion and I'm wearing a straight jacket.Thank you, I do prefer to believe I'm in your office. But if I am in an asylum, perhaps the words I think I'm speaking to you are being heard by-But I digress. I suppose I should consider you tolerant for having ignored my instructions that you call the police on me. Here, I'll. I had no idea what, but something was going to happen.I’d felt that way all day long and couldn’t figure out why. Maybe because it was Monday.The wife and I had been on the cool side of our relationship for a few weeks. It had happened before. She would just withdraw from me, telling me it was just her. After several weeks she would be back to her normal self. Then we would be back to normal.Normal means, random touches and kisses when we passed each other in the house. Out love making changed. Then she made mebend over and suck her strap on. i refused but she threatened to lower my grades. so i sucked it and she pushed it in and in. then after a hour she let me go. i went home furious.i called my freinds and told them to help me. what i wanted was revenge. So i went to the porn store and brought a bunck of stuff. i brought a ski mask and a curved knife and a carriable fucking machine. i then went to Mrs.Patel's house with my friends. i sneaked through the back door and saw. Fiona slept. She would have a nice dreamless sleep for the rest of the night. As for the soldiers she and I had hurt, I had healed their wounds and left them to wake when they were ready. I never did find Conway or Ellison. Maybe they ran when they realized what might happen. Couldn't blame them, but they still posed a threat that I might have to face some time in the future.At the moment, I wasn't worried about them. I was having a nice stroll through the city streets, watching the denizens.