When it came to talking aboutsex, Momma was crying silently as she remembered giving herself to Daddyand the joy of having me as well as the bitterswe...t memory of their lastmoment together.Listening to her made me wonder if I'd never marry Frankie. Would he dieserving the country? Would I become a widow without getting married?Momma saw my distress, "No sad tears for you. Frankie will return to you." Are you sure?" Yes. And when he does, you can marry him since you are legally a. I got up after coffee, put away some things, did an inventory of my own clothes and decided a few new things might be in order.Out the door I went.Chuck's turn:I hope this is permanent. Okay, I know a couple of women whom I've been told will, for a resort weekend, just tear your ass up in bed. I mean, "Jeanie, let's go do us a Jamaica trip," and you get everything you want from 'er. Except that part I[PtC1] want. A heart. A mind. A melding of lives.Jenn. Up with me this morning, even though I. The salesman wasn't the type of guy to care about that. He'd just left the stands untied and went about his day and got shot.Glancing over them, I can tell who was changed first by how little is left. The first girl's all but gone. I inspect the remains. There's nothing new there. It's worthless.Her original mind is gone. That's not true. It's all there. It's all intact because of his sloppiness. She's just gone insane. What she's become has destroyed her old self. I coax bits and pieces of who. Now it was time for the show I told the women the cue word that would have them wide awake so they could walk on to the stage a take a seat, which they did, the doors were opened to the customers and as they came in taking seats some up close to the stage and surrounding tables.I took the mic and told the crowd who I was and what I was there for the people cheered clapped and whistled I noticed before the house lights were dimmed down there was quite a few women in the audience some with guys.