?Enough of the fun,? Monica said. ?It?s time to go to The Pillory Stockade.?I had only heard rumors about The Pillory Stockade. I did not know that ...it existed for sure until my daughter mentioned it earlier in the evening. The Pillory Stockade, aka The Pillory, is a place that I occasionally heard some of the younger people in the office discussing over the water coolers on Monday morning. I learned later that membership in this club is very exclusive, and it caters to a very select group. "Ben looked around, seeing the woman Ann was referring to, Ben said, damn honey if I wasn't married."Ann smiled, "yes I know Ben, but you are, to me." laughing he got up to go ask the woman to dance.While he was gone I sort of skipped around the subject Ben and I had been talking about, not really knowing how Ann felt about Ben and I discussing there private lives and past problems. She soon figured out what we had been talking about and started telling me her side of the story. She told me. He made you stronger than this.” Yet strong as she was, grief still found her at times. Though her heart tried hard to hold the man’s memory in fondness and happiness, the wound of his loss was simply too deep and personal for her to ignore. She was healing, true, healing in the fashion of a wound slowly scarring over, hard and twisted and ugly. She hated it. Hated this world that left her without him. Even worse, she hated herself. For despite the keenness of the loss, her body would not cease. The rest of the weekend passed so slowly it was killing him but finally it was Monday and he was on his way to meet George. Since he worked out of his home and Nora worked quite a distance away, he had figured on bringing George back to his apartment, if he looked decent, where they could have complete privacy instead of a public coffee shop where they probably would be restricted and couldn't talk about certain things. As he approached the shop, he saw a tall, very good looking and.