I think you should know that since I realised that the continuation of this story is going to be good, about two sentences into the new chapter, I have been grinning like a rapist in a boarding school. I'm so pleased right now that I I've gone beyond being pleased into being smug. Normally smugness requires having known or accomplished something worth being smug about, and I haven't done anything to deserve being smug, but your story has made me feel unquestionably smug. That's how pleasing this story is. It is so pleasing that I'm going to have to spend the rest of my day glowing in such a way as makes friends and co-workers feel denigrated by my mere presence. I'm even a little bit pleased about that, too.