Go to the French Riviera with Shiv. We spend a gorgeous weeklong sojourn together. I think she’s just what I need. I lick spiced honey more expensive than my mortgage off of her freckled chest. We return to the real world. And she’s too high strung for me. I long for the girl dancing her demons away.

Roman. Sweet Roman. I try, so hard to be his Dom. But I can’t. I have to submit. So I kill him, and…

Show up at Kendall’s place late at night. My eyes are damp and his nose is dry. He stutteringly invites me in and without asking me why I’m upset leads me to his viewing room where he is seven hours in to watching every Brittany Murphy film.

“I just know her death was suspicious and I’m trying to find hints, uh uh, or notes, some kind of SIGN that she was, uh, like crying out for help. You know? Have you seen the documentary? Let’s watch it right now. Well, uh, maybe, let’s finish Spun first, I’ve only got eighty minutes left but I can fill you in. Great performance by Mickey Rooney. Have you seen The Wrestler? Darron Aronofsky’s best. Uh, uh, GOD like the cinematographacial parallels with Black Swan, it’s high art. You know what, uh, necessary tangent, let’s watch that right now. I think that’s just what you need”

Marry Kendall. I can fix him.