.. it is not normal." Now he really does sound like a robot," David said as he walked over to him.Julie helped pull Michael to his feet. Once vertical... Michael closed the hatch in his chest and rebuttoned his shirt. '"I need my equipment, Jules.'" he said."That's going to be a problem, I'm afraid." she replied. She went on to explain how Arnie has been telling everybody he could possibly imagine about who he really was."Goddamnit. Mother fucker. Son of a bitch." Michael exclaimed, but everyone. It was good. Not great, but good. There were several things I could have suggested to help him out, but I didn’t want to appear overly critical. By the time we both had our coffee and he was seated at the table, I had decided this really was all about writing. His next statement blew my decision out of the water. ‘Does your real life resemble your writing?’ I stared, and gave him the first answer that came to mind. ‘Do I look as if my real life has anything to do with that story?’ It was a. " How, Quimby?" I said in a small voice."I'm going to make you an offer, a generous offer, but it comes with strict conditions," he said."Conditions?" I asked."If you will keep up your grades, I'll help you get into college," he said. "And I'll help pay for it." Would you really?" I said, suddenly ecstatic that my college dreams might actually come true. "But, how? Isn't it awfully expensive?" It is, and I don't have the money to do it at the moment, but with your help we'll get the money," he. I laid there resting for a while, listening to the four girls breathing and kissing once in a while.I think I had only been asleep a few minutes when I heard a gasp. I sat up to find the younger two watching Joy and Honey kiss each other lovingly on the lips."Shit," was all I could think of to say. I had never witnessed them ever doing anything like that before. My flag pole was flying high again as Honey lowered Joy onto her back.The younger twins seemed to feel even more uncomfortable about.