" He chuckled at the thought of such an unsympathetic treatment. "Come to think of it, that might be one hell of a motivator." Oh, come on, now," Kate...said, but her smile told him that she knew he was merely kidding.Was there ever a time when I would have said something like that, and meant it? he thought."He'll need one of those elevator thingies for the stairs, and maybe an electric wheelchair to get around. I don't have a fortune saved, but I think I can help them manage." Don't even worry. ..”“Your address?”I gave it to her.After school I called Carol, my girlfriend. She was plain and chubby, but we got along well. We took each other’s virginity. My best friend, in the basement of another friend’s remarkably permissive parents, all of us stoned on pot and drunk on a bottle of Southern Comfort, remarked that I could do better than Carol. Except none of my friends had girlfriends at that moment. Maybe they were choosier? But I did like Carol. Maybe loved her. And her body never. When he got ahold of one of his dad’s PLAYBOYS, he called me to come over before he even opened it up. I learned about masturbation before he did, so after the first time I jacked off, I called him and told him about it. We’ve even jerked off together, we didn’t watch each other or anything, but we shared a magazine while we beating our meats next to one another… yes it’s weird, but we were that good of friends. He has a nice home life, an older brother named David, who moved out of the house a. Sorry I broke your mug, by the way."I sighed, wondering whether it was worth disabusing her of these misconceptions, or whether, indeed, it was only my Pride that tempted me to do so. While I pondered, she raised herself from the couch I had so carefully laid her upon and, with a muttered curse at the state of her clothing, began to take an interest in her surroundings."Fuck me," she said, "but this is one weird dive you have here, old man. Why have you drawn all that shit on the walls? And why.