How many times have I imagined our meeting. How many times have I rehearsed the script for our conversation? Can't count! The weight of my betrayal haunted me. I prayed every night for a chance to make things right and be forgiven. But, as we know, there will always be a crack on the newly glued one. Through time, my prayers were answered. Heard not by rainbow angels living on pink clouds. And by someone else. He gave me back my "I". Everything was just as I wanted. But I can't get forgiveness. Now it’s my turn to walk barefoot through the nine circles of hell. - Well, have you cooled down, goat? He sits down and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear with his fingers. - Now tell me where should I go and where should I put my finger? - Presses harder, making you writhe! At the same time he extends his hand.