As I was resting in the web I had an idea what if I waited at the ledge and then jump out of the way when they attack? I could kill some more and surv...ive right? I saw my good friend tom and I said, "Hello Tom, I might being seeing you less often now." I felt the bite and the pain started again.I woke up and immediately went to try it. I waited until I heard them. "Come and get me bastards!" I saw a number of them jump at me and I jumped out of the way... I fell accidentally, whoops. BOUNCE.. ‘Tonight, you’re a guest.’ I got up and poured two stiff drinks. I stayed home from the office the next morning, and tried to explain the nature of my relationship with Louise. It was more difficult than I had expected. She understood swinging only in the context of old fashioned `wife swapping.’ The concept of an open marriage such as we had was entirely alien to her. I tried to explain, ‘It’s like this, our relationship is based on the idea that we are both fallible human beings. That means. Leslie had moved into our room before me, and had her stuff all set up. It took short work to set up my bed, my desk and last came my clothes. I was hanging stuff up in my closet when out fell my new syringe. It came crashing to the floor and Leslie turned and looked. I became rather red when I picked up the box and quickly placed it in my closet. Leslie asked, "was that a douche bag?"."Yes, it was, actually." Oh that's great. Would you mind if I hung my bag on the curtain rods?" Leslie. We never again mentioned marriage but frequently talked of our love. I was happy as never before!My time of darkness, my time of death was over, I was alive!The end.Not!SHIT HAPPENS!Oh yeah! I bet you are wondering how I died! It seems a lifetime ago - some of the details I've forgotten. Some of the rage has left. I no longer think much about Sandra. She may or may not still be in prison. I don't really give a shit!It wouldn't bother me if she were released. It wouldn't bother me if she rotted.