" My eyes welled up. "I was your teenage virgin babysitter and you both seduced me. I was your au pair and I seduced you both. I was your sex slave. I...was your masseuse." I looked at Brad and said, "You drugged me and date raped me. I black mailed you. And so on. I was getting lost in fantasy sex land. I bought a vibrating dildo and went crazy with it. Last night, Brad was fucking me and when I came I could hear my screams. When it hit me no one else could hear me, I broke down and cried. I lay. Occasionally she passed me a morsel of crust, which I acceptedgratefully, appreciating that I was eating the same food as her. Themeal went on that way until she had eaten enough, after which I had toclose the carton and put the leftover pizza into the fridge. I wouldhave liked to have more of it, but that wasn't going to happen.She moved to the den with me following wordlessly. Once there she saton the sofa and used the remote to turn on the TV. I had to kneel toone side of her and remove. " After placing an ad in the Village Voice I sat back and waited for orders to pour in like fan mail to Brad Pitt. It instead trickled like fan mail to Zasu Pitts (paging IMDB ap).I did eventually get my first party request in Queens. So I packed up my party favors and rode a train across town. Once there I sought out the locale of my philanthropic efforts: the Dystrophied Arms Retirement Home and Mausoleum. My hopes for riches were dashed but I kept a stiff-upper-lip. A Granny Clampett wannabe. ’ She hastily wiped at her eyes before lifting her head and looking at him. ‘You really think so?’ she asked. ‘Absolutely,’ he replied. ‘But still, he’s buried up there, I can’t even visit his grave,’ she said breaking down into sobs again. ‘I know how you feel. My parents were buried at sea. I can’t visit their graves either,’ he said sadly. She turned saddened eyes to him. ‘No, you can’t, can you?’ Limply, she clung to him, ‘Oh Nicholas, what am I going to do? Henry left behind almost three.