It had been painful, but shared. It brought constancy and assurance along with agony. It had been such a sweet pain. It had become part of themselves;... the tie that bound them together. How to begin, without breaking the bond?He knew that the page must turn. Must it, however, be riffled over as though in a cheap magazine? His instincts drove him to gently lift the corner, slowly turning the page over, gradually revealing the new text. He groped for time to straighten his thoughts as he searched. Jenny seems quite happy to follow them to the 12th. Floor suite. It is huge two bedroom suite overlooking the city. “Great view” Jenny and excuses herself while she goes to the bathroom. She comes back and asks them to sign. “Well let’s talk about that sweetheart. Let’s talk conditions”. “Conditions?” asked Jenny. “Yes my dear. We sign this and your boss gets our business but we want something in return. A bonus for signing”.Jenny realises what Eric means. Now maybe it was the wine, maybe it. That night it happened again.Once more I 'woke up' to find myself facing a door. This time I checked my ring. It was there, solid and comforting on my hand. I turned away, crossed to my bedroom door and opened it. I was looking into the glade; I could just make out the corner of the blanket behind the stand of bushes.I went back, walked through the other door and found myself in a church. I was standing alone in a balcony alcove looking down. I checked again and my ring was gone. The groomsmen. Jean had quietly mentioned to her new lady friend that we were both a bit bi and she informed Jean that the gentleman was very open sexually. So we asked her to speak with him as they were leaving. They went to the bar and we could see her whisper in his ear for a minute and then point us out. He looked our way and nodded before she kissed him on the cheek and they lift. He immediately came our way, introduced himself as Ted and asked Jean to dance. I hoped to watch them but it was crowded.