From as snippy as she had been with everyone recently I knew she wasback into the bulimia, feeling hopeless over her failure to quit andscared that so...eone would find out. My heart went out to her. Despitethe humor we all find in someone puking, it's a miserable and evenpossibly deadly illness. As I had confessed to Linda, I'd had my ownbattle with that demon, back when I was still Walter. On some level Ihad been delighted to find myself in the clutches of what was generallyconsidered to be a. He had plenty of offers for different business ventures, but he knew he did not have the motivation or ability to do well. So he bought a house in a nice neighborhood and got to work. Well he moved in while he was renovating and quickly found that something in his life was missing, a steady stream of hot babes to share his bed. He looked around his new surroundings and found there was an ample supply of rich young wives who were mostly bored with their husbands and wanted a little spice. He was. .." For Mama? Probably nothing..." Lupe turned her head and yelled, "MAMA!" Things got rapidly out of hand; Consuela came into the room and Lupe briefed her in rapid-fire Spanish.I got the same look from Consuela, "You do this?" No, I don't. I don't even THINK about it, except during periods of desperation -- which I don't expect to have anymore," I growled. "Again, this is about keeping him and his mother together." It won't be," Consuela declared."Excuse me?" I blinked."The boy is -- what is. He wasn't very interested. Then I patted his stomach andasked if his belly would like some milk. And like magic he held his armsaround me and pressed his face to my bosom. Then he took my hand andguided me to the coach. He sat right in front of me and started tounbutton my blouse as he has been doing for some time. Like always, Iput his head gently on a pillow, so I didn't need to carry his head withmy arms. Then I demanded eye contact. If you want to entrust yourbreast to a tiger, it is.