..Nov 4 0700"...has resurfaced and has scheduled a press conference for later today. In local news, University professor and respected mathematician, ...BrianPike, has not been seen since Halloween either. His house has been emptiedand the police have not ruled out foul play but there are apparently nosuspects at this time. You're listening to WYRD, the radio station thatdestiny brought you to."Nov 4 1126"Miss, Miss!" Yes? The gentleman from ABC, please." So, your disappearance on Halloween was. "So what happened to you?" I asked."Huh?" He turned his eyes on me again and I looked down.When I looked up again he was drinking his whiskey, giving a little shake of the shoulders as it went down. "I mean the booze. What's a guy like you crawling into the bottle for?" Maybe I like to drink," he said sullenly, putting his glass down with a heavy thud and reaching for the bottle."My job." I smiled and grabbed it before he could. I spoke slowly as I poured, "You get fired or something?"He seemed. And then a second later, I felt his tongue pressing against my lips. Obediently, I opened up.I wish I could say I was swept away by his kiss. I wish I could say that I 'melted' into his arms and lost my sense of self.But in truth, I was humiliated to the core.His lips were scratchy, and his tongue was huge and aggressive.And this was my best friend! All the things which we had done together! Playing basketball, going to strip clubs, comparing the tits of movie starlets, discussing careers,. To preempt him,and distract me, I booked more dates than I could handle. When he begged me to quit, and save myself for him, I rejected Silvio'soffer to become his mistress, and a dozen others that followed. It's notthat I had no feelings of loss when I left him. I felt so torn that Icried real tears of regret as I rejected Silvio. I sobbed even more whenhe renounced and rebuked me in turn. But my heart was too restless, andmy ambition to great, to be satisfied as one man's mistress.I thought.