where is he? No answer on
his cell. Hell, I’m not standing
for this. It was just this afternoon I was
on his couch engaged in a kiss, and groping

session. Now it’s New Year’s Eve and almost
eleven and he’s not answering his phone. I’m
going to take my sorry bones down to his home
and find out myself just what he’s doing and who

he’s doing it with. Maybe this might be a
death wish. It’s a ten-minute drive-in agony
because I’m fantasizing of what awaits me. When I
get there the house is dark. I knock on the door. No

answer. I keep pounding away until something comes
out of the dark haze, groggy and confused. “What
time is it” he asks not amused. It’s 11:30, I tell him as I
walk right past the entrance. Where is she? Where is

Who? The girl you're hiding. There is no girl. Was I
delusional? I’ll find her myself. I walk up the stairs
to his bedroom. Nothing but a barren bed with the covers
drawn back. If there’s no one else then I’ll be the

one. So, I took off my clothes and climb
into it. And he said “Good God, there’s a naked PATIENT
in my bed” So he jumped in with me. And that’s how
we celebrated New Year’s Eve 2014!