.'Her voice tailed away - but then, she didn't need to be any more explicit.I was in deep shit, and I'd do well to get out of this with a merebeating....'Why didn't you tell me all this before?''I thought you might not want to have sex with me if you knew.'Too bloody true, but I thought it politic not to say so at this moment. Ifwe started falling out amongst ourselves, there would be no hope. I had toget the pair of us thinking creatively.'You are silly,' I said. 'How could I possibly resist. At home, my ideal woman safely in her rightful place, upon her pedestal,I fell asleep upon the divan in my studio, and slept as if I were dead.In a soliloquy, the ever-philosophical Hamlet says, "What dreams maycome when we have shuffled off this mortal coil?" While I hadn'tactually shuffled off my mortal coil, I was sleeping the sleep, atleast, of the dead, and these are the dreams that came to me.I'd brought my precious, beautiful Galatea apples, pears, and grapesupon a sliver platter,. She had not planned for this. She simply wanted toteach Ed a lesson about her feelings. Instead, it seemedshe had lost the man she loved, and she wondered if hewould even survive the ordeal. She sat in her car cryingfor a while before she could drive off.Ed sat there after Cheryl left contemplating his choices.He could either wither away and die, or he could get up andfind the courage to end this terrible predicament. Withlittle remorse from his disposal of Cheryl, he slowly gotup from the. . So my chance had come to catch something very tasty... As I sat in my garden with a flash light waiting. It was 10.32 exactly when I saw her black figure climb over my fence. I watched as her hour glass figure came under the moonlight. She looked beautiful as the moon beamed onto her face. Searching around the top of my garden for a few minutes the tiny light from her iPhone 6s was very bright. (I thought she really doesn’t care does she.) She soon descended down the garden path until she was.