He looked wide eyed at russet dog and I, and asked me something in words I did not understand, which he then translated into signs with palsyed hands.... "Have you come to convey me to the spirit lands?" he quavered. Perhaps my response was ill considered, but how was I to know that his beliefs were that he would be taken to the after life by a spirit and a spirit wild dog? I answered with my own gestures "Are you eager to reach the after life then?"He fainted, perhaps explained by his lack of. It meant some alone time for me. Work, which seemed to have consumed my life lately, melted into the barely discernible background as I poured the remainder of my whiskey and coke down my throat.Suddenly, I was startled as hands (which I quickly recognized as feminine) covered my eyes and a young female voice sexily whispered “guess who?”Not sure of who had invaded my space and taken me off-guard, but convinced I was in no serious danger, I jokingly answered “Jessica Alba!”The stranger's voice. I asked him how they came about. His new girlfriend was into caning and could deliver the most amazing and painful five bar gates. I wanted a closer look so he bent over while I inspected his bottom, first with my eyes then with my fingers and tongue. The welts were still fresh and somewhat painful and I was treated to his moans. I found I was jealous of his girl friend and asked if I could also cane him. He said I could give him two five bar gates if he could return the favour. It turned out. ”“Oh Kelly. I am sorry, but that is not the road to go. I know. Can we do anything to help? Are you sure?”“Yes. No. I don’t know. He is staying out late and says that he is working, but he isn’t making any more money so he is not getting overtime. He comes home and he is too tired in bed. I haven’t gotten laid in four weeks!”“Ok. Let’s do this. Where is he tonight?”“It’s Friday and we should be out, but he is working.”“Where?”“At Walgreens. He is a pharmacist.”“Well I know that those guys work.