Emma pushes me away, and my disappointment is obvious. Mom is in the next room, and she can probably sense that something is going on in the kitchen. ...It’s best for everyone if I take a long walk.The street calls my name. Emma asks if she can come with me, and I hold my tongue. Nothing more is said as I escape out the back door. I assume that my sister is looking for an apology, and that our agreement has come to a permanent conclusion. I require a couple of hours to myself, and I feel the need. Fletcher Donaldson had really outdone himself. He must have stayed up late on this one. After I left, he managed to get interviews with Nick and Lieutenant Hughes, and he must have driven over to the hospital and gotten in to see Amy and Collins’ wife. The story continued on to page three, and there were separate but attached stories on domestic violence and the need for more women’s shelters. He even managed to dig up the story they had on me from back in 1982, when they picked up the AP. " The doctor tutted disapprovingly while subconsciously rubbing his boner through his trouser pocket. "You're jeopardising whatever testosterone potential you have. So I'm putting a stop to that today."The doctor opened a drawer and searched through it briefly before pulling out a small plastic device. "This cock cage ought to do the trick. The inner lining is covered in stiff plastic spikes. It won't be a problem unless you get erect." The doctor smiled to himself. A few months without relief. I flop forward as a shard of despair stabs violently through the makeshift barrier which isolates it, and my whole body just sort of folds closed at the waist.With bits of rocky conglomerate sticking to my skin in the imprints they have made, I stand gradually and fearfully. It’s regrouping. From out here it is almost cloud-like in behavior, but upon a cursory inspection it seems to defy a lot of the basic laws of fluid dynamics. It doesn’t mix with any other gasses – say, nitrogen dioxide –.