You have to turn now. I obeyed and presented my buttocks to Else who hastened to seize them with both hands and then pushed them aside several times. ...he examined me to the depths of myself and, introducing her finger to the innermost part of me, asked a question in Flemish to M who passed it on to me in French: Else asks if you've ever been penetrated by it. No, I replied. Else said nothing and slapped me on the buttocks and pointed to the easel. Obediently, I complied and sat down on the. If we divorce I may never see them again. Do I love MaryAnn? Shit, I really don’t know. I never analyzed it. MaryAnn was just my wife; my children’s mother. You are supposed to love your wife, right? We’ve gone through everything together. Then it really hit me. We haven’t gone through the last two and a half years together. She has done everything alone. She has been both mother and father. I know nothing of what she has had to do to keep the family together. If she was keeping it together. A glance into my eyes."Very nice," he says."Yes?" Very nice, yes." He neither leans nor stands, but steps into my space and lays the paperson my desk. He is just inches from my chair, looming over me, almosttouching -- or did he brush my arm there for a second.Waiting, now. Waiting. Waiting for the word, what he will say.I try a half smile.Nothing,Tilt head, look up into his face.Nothing.Only my breathing, his. Each breath of mine shorter than the one before.Heart hammering, surely he hears,. I put the movie on and although there was plenty of room on the sofa, sat close to her with my thigh touching hers.“Oh, you spilled something on your shorts,” she said when she saw the dark stain on my underwear.My face turned red as I looked down. “Uh ... yeah, I spilled a little wine and tried to wash it off in the kitchen,” I lied.After all the insufferable previews, the movie finally flicked to life. I reached across my mother and turned off the lamp at the end of the sofa. Now the room was.