Happy Are They Who Thirst For Justice
From Trishymouse’s Journal (scroll down to October 27):
Last night Christopher comes into my bedroom as I sit here in front of my computer. He takes two pillows and places them on the bed, then walks to the coat-tree and removes the cane and stands by my side…waiting. I pause my typing and ask, “What?!” and nervously smile up…way up…at him. He calmly stares at me, and I say, “I have to pee!” and scamper off…
I return, and ask, “What now?” “Get yourself comfortable.” “What are we doing?” “Just get yourself comfortable.” “What are you going to do? Don’t you think I should know?” “A bit of…” (what did he say now…?) “A bit of justice…”
Oh, dear…
I had allowed someone to use me at a recent event I attended alone without…asking. Christopher was not amused.
