nce more unto the breach … “Mercy , please have mercy” was the last sentence uttered by a polite Indian fellow after I ushered him out my condo door with a friendly wink of an eye after glancing down at his massive bulge hidden inside his checkered knee high shorts. I leaned back on my condo door after I had closed it and waited patiently for the sound of the elevator bell which dings as it arrives to my floor. That was the long awaited end of my last session, 3 1/2 weeks ago, and at the time I couldn’t wait to close up shop and find some time for myself on a well deserved vacation. Now, nearly a month …
