"What?" Please bear with me, sir. She will be living with you. But your house is no longer her home, any more than my parents' house is my home. It is...where she grew up. It is where a part of her heart will always reside and where she will return to celebrate special occasions with her parents and one day even to bring her babies to meet their grandparents. But even though she will live there this year, it is no longer her home. I can't quote scripture for this, Mr. Clinton. We know that whole. The spectacle is best at rush hour, with streams of passengers blending together, flowing apart, occasionally pouring into one big chaotic Brownian motion swirl and miraculously coalescing again into separate streams. In some stations your path will from time to time run parallel to another, separated now by a row of low fences like misplaced bike racks, then by long stretches of wall pierced by regularly spaced side passages so that you see your ghostly companion stream only in jerky snatches. Then, it is my understanding Luca has me for the night. “I will satisfy Giovanni’s fantasy tomorrow morning, then whatever the winner of the today’s contest picks out will come next. We’ll see how much of Sunday remains after, but I may ask you for something of my own. It is my understanding Giovanni has me tomorrow night before Pietro returns home Monday morning. Do you have any questions?”“Can I see the bell?” Luca asked.I handed it to him and he rang it. “I’m first.”“You already have. They went out on three dates before their prom night, and on each one Larry and Carina got more imtimate in their making out. Their first date, Larry and Carina kissed hotly and he moved one hand up onto her breasts and caressed them through her clothes. By the third date, Larry had unbuttoned Carina's blouse and he loved it when he discovered she'd worn a front-closure bra. He got the bra open and then peeled one cup away from her sexy chocolate-colored breast underneath. Her nipple was dark.