William S. Gainer		The Report K. St. Marie is in bed, not sleeping, but trying to and that Goddamn Alice is on the couch, buried under the green blanket, putting out heat. I spend my nights here, the TV talking loud, the computer thinking quietly and the mini-blinds closed tight. I peek at the gay guy next-door. I suspect he knows more about the disappearance of my weenie dog than he's telling... I watch for clues – nothing yet. He's good...		The Forever Love... takes you to the point where it’s just a soft cheek, a few warm kisses and no more goodbyes to strangers –