"That is so fucking sexy. You shouldn’t say such things. it makes me wet." She giggled, stood up, spun and danced.“I love you. I love you, you wic...ked boy." That was supposed to be a joke." Yeah, I know, but… oh shit I don’t know whether to be serious or what." She stopped for a second. "I am totally serious about the wife thing even though I barely know where to start. I want to be your slut and your pony girl but more than anything I want to be your wife. I can do the sexy, now I want to do. I rushed upstairs only to find her standing in front of the cage and calling me repeatedly. She showed me a pot where there was a chick and all other birds were pecking it for some reason. She asked me to get that poor bird out of there. I opened the cage’s door and took that poor bird of of that cage. I checked if for wounds and it was badly wounded on head. She took it from my hands and since she had no gloves on her hand, the bird easily bit her soft palms. She jerked in reaction and the. She also clogged my laptop with emails containing the same message. I never answered, until, after another week, I got fed up. I let her know she could talk to me one more time. I also told her there was no need to repeat her gibberish about loving me, like last time. She'd better cut the bullshit and come clean with me. I liked that line, it made me feel a bit like Dirty Harry, although I knew she would not make my day ever again. Or night, for that matter.The restaurant was rather dark and. But maybe that was subjective, because it was last."Why so pensive?" Rachel asked."I was thinking about Sarah and about Henry." Not about Sarah and Henry?" No. I don't think either of them is matrimonially inclined right now." I'd told Rachel about the three cartons and Henry's phone calls."Henry won't get an answer from Honolulu, you know." Why not?" What academic is available on January 2nd? With a weekend impending. I doubt whether he'll be able to talk to anyone much before Tuesday.