Although it was far tooearly to be certain from physical evidence, Angie was certain thatshe had conceived. In the mirror strip on the head of the bed... little hindered by thewater design on the reflective surface, Elaine could monitor everyfacial expression of her niece. The most thrilling quality toMarcia's expression was a certain startled innocence - the biologicalboy permeated with femininity, rapidly evolving into a mosthedonistic young woman. The child-like, girlish cast of the. He hated to see her cry. It tore him up somewhere between the top and bottom of his throat, made his lungs burn. His words were eager, his eyes bright with genuine curiosity. She was being selfish, she sighed audibly, biting her lip before turning to look at him. ‘It was fine, but I think I’m just gunna go home.’ She looked… distraught. It was the face that usually came right before she buried her face in his shoulder and cried. At least if she were going to cry, he could be the one to comfort. " A euphemism for sexual intercourse, thephrase was inspired, both in its poetic character and in its descriptiveaccuracy, for Lindsay certainly rocked before him, and her increasinglywild squirms and wiggles were certainly rolls!A number of rock and roll songs, from Elvis the Pelvis' gentle "Love MeTender" to the Doors' "Love Me Two Times" or even Jerry Lee Lewis'"Great Balls of Fire," could have been selected, but they'd left themusic up to Lindsay, and she'd chosen the heavy metal song. . As is always the case, I follow Parker to Mr. Marshall?sstudy. He opens the French doors for me, and I enter the study. The aroma offine cigars is always the first thing I notice; it endures in this room, eventhough I seldom see him smoke. It is a large, airy room, with bay windows thatopen to the park across the street. The walls are lined with book cases, filledto the brim with books in all kinds of bindings, from leather, to cloth,hardcover and paperbacks. I do not know in how many.