So I waited some more."You are going to make me ask, aren't you?" she finally said to me.I smiled my best shit eating grin and nodded.Linda gave a lit...tle shiver, then whispered, "What did Susan say?" Oh, she volunteered," I said rather smugly.You could have knocked her over with a feather at that point. She looked at me, looked down, then looked at me again, as it all sank in.At that point all the tension evaporated, and I started to laugh.Linda looked at me, then punched me but she started to. Yes, real life gets in the way of that fantasy element sometimes and routines are developed that mean that he really only approaches me occasionally throughout the day instead of “anytime he wants me”. But that is also a mutual development between us, a comfortable application of our life together. He knows he doesn’t have to take me continuously just because he could more often. He knows I am here for him, when he really does want to. And this return is another expression of that. I come home. I was a nonperson. That’s why I chose to try my luck in Canada. Who knows? Maybe my lousy luck would change in the Great White North. My journey to Canada wasn’t easy. For several weeks I stayed at the immigrant shelter in Buffalo, praying that the Canadian government would allow me to cross the border. There was paperwork to be handled by both U.S. and Canadian authorities. My turn finally came, and when I crossed the border, my uncle Harold, the older brother of my father, came to greet me. I. "I might be desperate but I'm not stupid. I'm clean and would like to make sure I stay that way. Not for sale." It was his turn to laugh now, as he pulled out his police badge. I thought the guy might be a cop, and he was. Not Vice apparently, just some street beat cop checking the local talent ... and making sure that he got a piece of it."Let me guess. Professional courtesy ... I'm giving away this one on the house?" My cop just gave me a smile and unlocked the car doors and patted the.