I sighed in agreement, closed my eyes and simply asked, So whats next?

The world, YOUR world Beach, is not all about you. Its all about the people and everyday life situations that surround you -about making the most of those situations and about keeping the people in your life close and happy. Its about service to others Beach, about going out and making a difference in YOUR world.

Suggestions? I asked as I slowly began to listen and comprehend.

When was the last time you told any of those Fan Fic authors you are so addicted to, how much you like their story? The last time you left a comment and complimented them and thanked them for giving you such enjoyment? The last time you encouraged them to keep up the good work and keep writing and providing others with the same joy and gratitude that they have given you all these months?

Dont answer that, Beach, I am too disappointed to hear your response.

As she should be because I NEVER comment on the hundreds of stories I have read over the past eight months. I have never publicly told THE ONE what she has meant to me, how grateful I am for her story and getting me hooked. I have never told any of the awesome and talented writers what a pleasure it has been for me to read their tales of BnT, to laugh and cry and go OH MY at the *****-like ***** scenes so many of them are able to write so hotly. I am a selfish, self-centered lying piece-of –*****, an addict who never realized how much it could have meant to those talented teller of tales to simply say GOOD JOB – I LOVE THIS STORY – CANT WAIT FOR YOUR NEXT CHAPTER. How hard would that have been for me to do? Gawd I am pathetic.

I closed my eyes and listened to Bette continue her laundry list of possible activities in which I could engage to make myself a better person and make a difference in the world in which I lived and played. Little things, subtle things, things which take no time or extra effort or money or muscle or decision-making — little things to make myself and those around me happy. I began to drift into a deep sleep, Bettes now soothing tone and words of wisdom filling my ears and seeping into my head and heart.

I was soon sleeping so soundly that I did not hear the door open. I was unaware that K had been standing outside that door for the past few minutes listening to a one-way conversation, oblivious to the fact that I was fighting with, pleading with, talking with Bette. I did not know that K had been standing outside that door, crying, as she believed me to be completely insane. I did not know that K had decided that she had had enough and was going to put an end to the insanity.

TBC . . . . . .