Mylittle son, Isaac, noticed that I was humming."Is papa happy?" my four-year-old asked as I sat in an easychair."Papa is very happy," I replied as I ...icked up my big boyand put him on my lap.My six-year-old daughter, Rachael, joined him on my otherlap. In another chair, Heidi was crocheting. Except for thefact that we were emaciated, it was a typical domesticscene, one that Heidi and I had hopes for before that madman began this stupid war.Suddenly there was a knock on our front door. Calmly I. Vera, enrolled as a freshman at Eastern Michigan Teachers College, Ypsilanti, had been mostly responsible for raising the youngest children as her mother had spent years presenting her husband with tokens of her affection.Teenaged girls, in the United States anyway, are just as hormonally driven in 1928 as they are in 1976. Growing up has as many problems and difficulties then as there are now. Chests grow tits, crotches grow hair, glands over react and curiosity abounds. In the privacy of. ” She said , “Fine, if we loose well 69 longer this time.” I just replied, “No way…you two already did that.” Mandy very begrudgingly said, “Alright, what do you want then?” I said, “every cup we hit, you have to give us head after you drink your beer.” She started to agree when I stopped her and said, “And if we win you two fuck us all. Kathy looked shocked and tried to tell Mandy there was no way she was going to agree to that, But Mandy finally convinced here there was no way they were. After a moment, she looked up at me. “I gotta be honest. I’m tired. Can we just order a pizza and watch television for a little while?”We talked some more as we waited for the pizza. She had had another fight with the other guy before he left for work this afternoon ... this time, apparently, because she dared to buy some extra food with the last of the money budgeted for groceries, leaving him no money for beer.After the pizza was finished, we both propped ourselves up on the bed and turned on.