After a few apologies, he asked if it might be possible to meet you this afternoon. Seems they are willing to sign the deal with me if they can spend ... little time with you. They want to fuck you, Sherry. Today. In their suite in the downtown Hyatt hotel. Will you do it?" Oh God, Jake, REALLY? You want your wife to whore for you?" I asked, incredibly excited, knowing instantly that of course I'd do it."Will you do it, baby?" Jake asked."Will you be there?" Sure. And Leonie... bring our. There were none.Rachel told her son, "Please show Hank and I where we will sleep." Mark's heart went thump and stopped beating for a bit. His stomach had queasy thrills running through it. He scowled at his mother."You had best get used to it Mark," Rachel said in a firm voice. She looked at her son with a steady stare. "I have given myself to Hank and he has given himself to me. Your father is a wonderful memory that gave me you. Hank is my wonderful present and future."Then Mark at last. That's where we were heading. No use pretending it wasn't going to happen.But I was exhilarated anyway. At least I knew that if I were to ask Maureen out on a date, she wasn't going to come over all disappointed in me for thinking evil thoughts. Her father was telling me that she felt the way I felt -- reluctant to take the first step, but essentially receptive to their being a first step.I was the guy. It was up to me to be The Guy and make the first move.Maybe it wasn't so terrible that all. Mothers would glance at him warily and shepherd their youngsters into the adjoining aisle. They could not know that inside that tattered old coat and scarf, an eight-year old child looked out at his beloved world of remembrances. In Brackensfield's, one of the largest Department stores on the east-side, the newly installed Santa was entertaining a long line of expectant children as their mothers jostled for the dubious privilege of parting with six pounds 75p in exchange for an instant photo.