"Good morning, Linda. Please come in." As long as I had been waiting, it never occurred to me to refuse. She stepped aside as I passed through the doo...r. When I paused, she directed me to the scale. When I began to kick off my loafers, she pointed at the sign posted near the scale, something to the effect that OSHA, the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, required that patients keep the shoes on. Could someone please explain to me why OSHA gives a flying fuck about that? She then led. She needed bread and lunchmeat and treats to fix Rob's lunch for the next four days. Getting out of the car, she looked to see that her seams were straight ('50's look, right?). When she glanced back up, the 7-11 was gone and in it's place was a little shop that looked like it had hopped right out of the latest Harry Potter book. The sign over the wooden door read "Spells 'R Us". *Curiouser and curiouser!* thought Ellie, our little Alice, who, still needing bread, prepared to walk through her. The fog in her mind began to clear. It felt like the day had passed by in minutes. As reality finally started settling in, she began smiling. The more she thought, the bigger her smile became. She began quietly laughing to herself. Finally, some luck. She wanted to call John and tell him the news, but decided to wait and see him in person. Emma took the next day off, too. Her day was busy, she had a lot to get done. Half way through the day, she called John and arranged to have dinner with him. He gave me a big kiss, no doubt tasting his own cum. We left the alcove, acting as though nothing had happened. Soon, we were seated at a table and ordering food. It came out that the judge I clerked for spearheaded an attempt to reform the state’s referral and referendum process. Ben defended it. As I said, “The bottle bill! That was in the 70’s. Most citizen initiatives since have been simple-minded, anti-government, expensive and unfunded, unconstitutional crap,” I felt Mark’s hand slide up.