title: Stories for the Inner Ear
author:  Cliff Durfee 
description: Cliff Durfee resides just north of San Diego in Encinitas, California. He received a B.A. in Education from Arizona State University, and worked for over a decade in the area of complex computer software design. It was clear early on that his primary talent and joy was through creativity. He pursued this in a major way by founding Live Love Laugh. This company published his first two books and a gift product he developed, called Sprinkles, which sold to over 2700 stores over a period of seven years. He has used his creativity to develop very innovative websites for clients, including My Referral Club, which assists many business clubs across the nation in networking and business referrals. For over thirty years, he has been devoted to personal and spiritual growth, developing intuition, and supporting people in aliveness, love, and laughter.
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  BLINDFOLDED INNOCENCE
  
  
  TABLE OF CONTENTS
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 1
  
  
  CHAPTER 2
  
  
  CHAPTER 3
  
  
  CHAPTER 4
  
  
  CHAPTER 5
  
  
  CHAPTER 6
  
  
  CHAPTER 7
  
  
  CHAPTER 8
  
  
  CHAPTER 9
  
  
  CHAPTER 10
  
  
  CHAPTER 11
  
  
  CHAPTER 12
  
  
  CHAPTER 13
  
  
  CHAPTER 14
  
  
  CHAPTER 15
  
  
  CHAPTER 16
  
  
  CHAPTER 17
  
  
  CHAPTER 18
  
  
  CHAPTER 19
  
  
  CHAPTER 20
  
  
  CHAPTER 21
  
  
  CHAPTER 22
  
  
  CHAPTER 23
  
  
  CHAPTER 24
  
  
  CHAPTER 25
  
  
  CHAPTER 26
  
  
  CHAPTER 27
  
  
  CHAPTER 28
  
  
  CHAPTER 29
  
  
  CHAPTER 30
  
  
  CHAPTER 31
  
  
  CHAPTER 32
  
  
  CHAPTER 33
  
  
  CHAPTER 34
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  CHAPTER 1
  
  
  
  
  
  I knelt on the floor, a pillow underneath my knees. Blindfolded, I listened
  hard, waiting for a sign of what was to come. Only the hum of the hotel air
  conditioner met my ears. Seconds passed, then a minute. Finally I heard the
  door open and then click shut. Footsteps, muted on the carpet, sounded from
  behind me, and I felt, rather than heard, a male presence pass by my side and
  come to stand in front of me. Close, so cl