"May I ask you something, Susie?" she whispered.I nodded and she asked, "Are you a virgin, my angel?"In the past, I'd lied in response to that questio... whenever someone atschool had teased me about it, trying to pretend I was more experiencedand making up a story about a girl I'd met on holiday. However, inthat situation I couldn't give anything other than the truth."Y..yes. Yes I am, Shirlie," I croaked.Smiling lustfully down at me, "Do you mind if I...?" she asked with nodoubt about what the. George Kramer returned and I gathered from their conversation that my wife had asphyxiated herself in her car just across from the mortuary. She had left a note explaining she just couldn't live without me. No; this can't be, I thought! But I realized it was true when they rolled a gurney into the prep room and placed it's occupant on the table beside me. I was staring at the corpse of my beautiful, loving, young wife lying there in a red sweater, plaid skirt and red heels. George gently. "Margaret." Anne replied, rather blasé. "It would have been your name if you'd been a girl." Margaret? You were actually going to name me Margaret?" James groaned. Of all the names he could have been stuck with Margaret was one of his least favorites."Don't talk with your mouth full. You can go with Emmjay if that makes you more comfortable." Anne offered, trying to come to some compromise."Oh, Great. A little Scottish chick with the name of a professional basketball player. That'll go over. The only work I am worried about doing is feeding my pet snake. Grandma June just wants me to visit so she can see the pride of the Humper family again."Henry pointed down at his groin area as he continued."Grandma may be an old broad, but she is still one big-tittied bitch just like you are, Mom. Going to see June is like going to Big Tittie City and Wee Wee Central. And Granny will do about any crazy shit."By now Henry had a hand down Hilda's blouse and his right hand fondled her giant left.