My mind was wandering a bit when I was all of a sudden flying off the bench sideways. I landed painfully on the ground about three feet away. Shawn Ca...ssidy, AKA Butch, and his crew were standing there laughing. Jacob 'Shamu' Finklestein was sitting on the bench recently vacated by me. It was one of their favorite tricks. Shamu would slide in and knock whoever was seated onto the floor. It was my turn to be the victim today. I slowly regained my composure. I knew not to make a fuss. I walked off. Let me explain. Scott and I had seen the black masseur by pool side every day, giving guests massages. The guests I spoke with all said Jerome just gave the best massages. And he was such a dreamboat too, with a deeply black, chiseled body look. I guessed he was gay from the first moment I saw him, even though he appeared exceptionally masculine. But there was just something about the glint in his eyes when he checked out really good-looking guys, like my husband. Scott said he didn't notice,. The startling glow of the room didn't seem to be fading ashis vision returned, Robert noted though. "So what was the light?" Well, plain and simple, it's energy," the deputy director said with asmirk."I'm serious, sir. Please don't give me some oversimplified scientificanswer." I'm serious, too, son. The light you saw was the energy expended tobring you from that elevator all the way to here."Robert shook his head. "That still doesn't really answer my question,sir. Just where is here? . You were taking it out on me…hurting me. I know you didn’t mean to…but if you could have seen how you looked…I have to go now. I’ll call you later…sometime.’ As she left I sat there on the couch in a daze. We had gone from making love in a grand and beautiful way, to me becoming a beast and hurting her. I didn’t know when, other than the feeling that seemed to come from deep inside me. Anger…lots of anger. The next morning I called my shrink for another appointment. We had things I needed to.