Hypnos’s charming, rakish grin reappeared. Shooting a glance from one prone, satisfied nature spirit to the other, he nodded with vindication. Getti...ng hung up on Mariah was just a momentary lapse. He hadn’t lost his touch.“A pleasure, ladies,” he murmured, before turning and walking away.A pair of satiated sighs was his only answer.Then, between one step and the next, the Ancient Greek god of sleep was back in his home above the clouds. He had a new bounce in his step and a smile on his lips.. I swam up to the deep end of the pool watching out for my son, but he was playing with some friends from school on the slide, there was a voice behind me “he’s ok, don’t worry”. Oh no, it was him, talking to me, I turned expecting him to be on the side of the pool, but he was in the water, what was he doing. “Don’t look so shocked, its my day off, I just called in to pick up a few things and decided to have a swim”. Wow he looked better up close. I must have looked pathetic treading water with. A boy from my school is just sitting there, eating his breakfast as if nothing strange is going on, and I'm completely naked in front of a webcam as he watches me. Everything in his life is like it was a month ago except he tortures and humiliates me for fun. His parents probably think he's a nice boy."I have to answer the door. What should I wear?" Good morning to you too." Good morning, Barry. What should I wear?" Black thong and a black bra." That's all?" Lose the bra, then." No! No, please,. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because Dad did it and my brother the jerk did it, and I didn't really want to do it, anyway.That wasn't entirely true, though. The fact is that while I was no Ansel Adams, I got some pretty good results..