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There is usually a lot
truth in sarcasm. I try to better myself but I don't want anyone else
to go home, and feel bad about themselves because of something I
said, usually in haste.” I nodded at the truth in my words. That
was something I actually did want to change about myself.
    I
was opening up to him. Why was he having that effect on me? I felt
bad about myself just then. I could feel my forehead wrinkling
together as I thought about past times when I had hurt others with my
words. “I don't want to be like that and no one deserves to be
talked to like that.”
    I
was pouring out my soul to him. He should work as a psychiatrist. He
would just need one of those sofas, but he would use it in a
different way.
    “ I
understand now. Those are the two things you want to change about
yourself?”
    “ I
guess so, but it doesn't matter anymore. It was just an idea, and not
my best. I really am sorry for wasting your time.” I finished my
coffee thinking that I had learned a lot.
    “ Do
you really want to go? Aren't you a little curious?”
    “ Curiosity
killed the cat.” I shrugged my shoulders as I stood up.
    Ryan
also stood and jumped to get my coat. He gave me another dazzling
smile as he helped me put it on. “You have my e-mail address. Drop
me a line and let me know how you are doing.” He placed both of his
hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “I want you to
take good care of yourself. Please drive more carefully and more
slowly. If the police do stop you, please don't lie to them. I can
already picture you babbling on and answering questions that they
didn't even ask.”
    I
blushed red. That kind of did sound like something I would do. I also
felt smaller than I actually was. He was scolding me like I was a
little girl and he was the worried parent. The thing was, I believed
him that he would worry.
    He
continued, “I know you have heard this a thousand times before, but
it bares repeating. Do on to others as you would have them do onto
you. You pull yourself down when you put others down. People will
only remember that you were mean. They won't think that you were
funny.
    I
nodded thoroughly ashamed of myself.
    He
kissed my forehead. “Take care of yourself.”
    I
nodded as I left. I drove home careful not to go over the limit. I
felt chastised. I hadn't even been at his place for a half an hour,
and already he was making an impression. It was still light out on
this late Californian August evening.

Chapter 2 The Golden Rule

    I
noticed that I was nicer the next couple of weeks. I was a pleasure
to be around.
    I
had been able to write a couple of chapters in my book. There was
still something missing, but it was better than the crap I had
written beforehand. I couldn't call my friend and ask her because she
would just defend him and feel offended. I wasn't allowed to hurt
anyone's feelings. I laughed at myself for thinking that he could
forbid me anything. I thought about him a lot.
    Ryan
sure did know how to make an impression.
    I
wrote him an e-mail. I had nodded that I would tell him how I was
doing. I had even admitted that I had been very good. He had written
right back and said that he was proud of me. That had made me feel
good about myself. His opinion seemed to mean a lot to me.
    I
wrote back and asked him the difference between a spanking and
domestic abuse. I should probably just come clean with him. I had a
feeling that he would be glad to help me.
    He
wrote back that that was a very good question but one that he would
prefer to explain to me when we were alone. He wanted to be able to
look into my eyes to make sure I understood everything. He wanted to
be sure that their were no misunderstandings.
    I
agreed to come around when he had time. His schedule was a lot fuller
than mine. He often didn't have time. I wanted to ask him how many
women he spanked, but he had been clear that he wouldn't answer
questions like that.

    I
drove to his apartment and slipped into a parking spot. I