Many of us have friends in the Tito vein. We love their unpredictability, their way of making us feel like stars because they have chosen to be in our presence. And then we discover...well, my "Tito" turned out to be a serial rapist, something I should have known, but that's sociopathy for you. Well hidden emotions and so many secrets, all couched in the "wouldn't you like to ne me and be so exciting and unpredicyable" vein. Sorry to vent--you're a good writer so don't pull the punches, no pun intended.