He does have some sense (very little), so when he's arranging assignations with his mistress (i.e. Kennedy), I'm nowhere near. See what I mean about p...erceptions.First, I'm relieved, I'm not doing anything wrong. As the song says, if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right. Kennedy is a heartless bitch, that's how I, and she, would describe her. She'd wear that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do?I did the only thing I could do, release the new Kennedy. The new Kennedy was. ‘Is that what we have once a week over spaghetti and cans of whole kernel corn Michael … a love affair? So my love, paper or plastic?’ ‘Uh, paper … I guess Angela!’ after a few seconds I continue as delicately as I can, ‘Um Angela, I noticed you talking to a very pretty, little blonde girl. Um … who is she?’ I tried to say that casually, but Angie is smart and just gives me a smile as she passes my items over the barcode reader. ‘Oh, you mean Dotty, uh, Dorothy. Yes, she is very pretty isn’t. Finally the water was done and he told me to hold it in as he pulled out the tube or I would be sorry. I held my asshole as best I could, but some slipped out. I knew that counted against me, but he didn’t say anything. He grabbed the butt plug and slowly shoved it in my ass. ?Stand up and dry off,? he ordered. I did but I couldn’t stand straight. I had a hard time getting out of the tub, it took me about a minute. I got dried off when the doorbell rang. I stood there and he slapped my face. ”“I don’t know that I played a very big part,” I answered. “Sometimes when there is a flood, you just need to dig a little channel and the water will flow where it belongs.”“Thank you anyway,” she said. “And good luck.”“Thank you,” I said, “and thank you, Billie, for being such a great inspiration to me to get my new heart and get well.”“Honey,” Wanda said to Billie, “we don’t want to tire Mr. Hamar out. I’ll bring you back to see him tomorrow.”“I’m going home next week,” Billie said. “I hope.