I do read some academic stuff, and I've been following writings in something called humanistic psychology, which blends the more scientific psychology... with anthropology and religion. Another possibility is dance therapy. You know, I'm not even bothered that dance would be performance art, of which my parents would approve. The important thing is making choices because they're what I want"But I also am finding I like to be a sexual submissive. Not sure if I'd like any other forms of submission,. I rode back to our former camp and fixed myself some breakfast. When I had eaten, I headed for Hancock at a fast lope. I wanted to get as far away from Archie Hancock as I could! I wasn't worried about anybody saying anything when I got back to town—after all, who were they going to complain to, the marshal? I did take the time to count the money when I got back to my office; it came to exactly $5,000. I kept out $500 and had the local bank wire a draft to my bank in New York City for the rest,. .. what are..." I subsided into silence and just stared at her. Her luminosity affected me the way it always had, but not having seen her for twenty years left me unable to cope with the impact."Roy. Are you all right?" The concern in her voice, the love, and the friendship were the final straws and I started to cry."Roy, what is it?" She grabbed my hand. As always the electric tingle that I felt whenever she had touched me filled my senses. The lump in my throat appeared to dissolve in my. "James just nodded and then placed the rabbit back in the cage. He gave Janice and me absent hugs and left the room without a word, leaving us standing there."Should I follow him?" I asked quietly.Janice shook her head. "No, we can leave him a few mysteries. We can go visit Yvette's pod though. Perhaps one of her concubines knows."I smiled and gave Janice a hug of my own. Since the talk with Tina, I had tried to remember to hug and kiss her often. We were spending more time together and I.