Then the man changed into Rosemary and her shriveled buttocks."Unh!" Paul woke with a jolt and shook the images from his mind. That last, intimate pic...ure of Rosemary turned his stomach.Paul rolled over, put his feet on the floor, and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp.The gloves! He had forgotten about the gloves, but there they were; white silk gloves covering his hands up past the elbows. He sighed and looked at them, wondering what to do. Would Rosemary go ballistic when she saw that. He was on varsity soccer with his twin brother Mike (they did everything, with the exception of me, together). I was on scholastic bowl. He was on the swim team. I wrote for the newspaper and was appointed as co-editor with my friend Liz that year. He played tennis. I played oboe (and French horn my sophomore year) in concert band along with flute and trumpet for marching and pep band. It was like something out of a pathetically contrived pop song. It started when I chose the swim team. " Joey turned their pieces around and finally fit them like legs that didn't touch anything but my centerpiece. The assembled figure looked like the combination of a T and an upside down Y. They were too loose to stay together, but there was no mistaking they had fit correctly. So Joey carefully placed the assembled figure in the center of the floor so everyone could look at it. "I'm really impressed, Tim. I could have never figured that out. How did you do it?" Joey said. "Actually, it wasn't. No one seemed willing to talk to me about it, and those that were willing to talk to me, didn't know. The whole thing was starting to give me a headache, and it was then that I remembered old Mrs. Polkins. I walked into her office, and found her sitting behind her desk, a faint smile on her face.I told her I had a headache, and just needed some Tylenol. I watched as she moved around. It seemed like she was moving faster, but that may have been hopeful thinking. I'm certain the roots of her hair.