Well, I think I've gotten them together. As always, lemme know what you think I have recorded elsewhere the events of that fateful night, and shall not repeat them here. Suffice it to say that following...to have you home.”   “Meaning that our arguments aren’t over?” he frowned.   I pulled him to my breast. “We have just become lovers,” I told him. “That means our arguments are just beginning.”

Well, here's the next angsty morsel to "Science of Osculation" --- I promise I'm gonna deliver a happy ending soon! But does this work for a gloss to take us over the Mary and the Hiatus problems so we...that all would be well. I turned my attention to the import of his words, preparing myself for the adventure ahead.   But first, it seemed, we had some bothersome people who wanted to kill us.

Well, I've got a bit more up, a bit more angst. Hmmmm. Maybe this is gonna take longer. Urk. It just occurred to me that I didn't notify Holmesslash about part 2 (whoops!), so here it is: I do not...grimly in a lightning-flash parody of a smile. “Come, my boy, it is high time we got some sleep. I expect an early morning tomorrow.”   “Holmes, what –”   “Not another word, Watson. Good night.”

Well, I've got only a pathetic amount done on the science of osculation, and it's all angst and disappointment. Lemme tell ya why, kiddies. I work in long-term health-care, in the recreation/activities...other for a long time before Holmes broke the silence.   “We shall not speak of this, Watson,” said he softly, and without a further word, retreated to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Well, I thought I'd pull out a dusty oldie that I stopped in the middle. Frustration, yeh. Well, here's the deal. The more feedback I get on it, the more I'll write on it. I'm a feedback whore. There,...called softly, and then he was gone.   I stared numbly at his closed bedroom door, my mind swimming uneasily. I put my hand to my forehead and wondered what in the name of God I had just done.