Se hab?an ido, como mi sensibilidadsexual. Al estar doblado hacia delante, largos mechones de pelo casta?ocayeron sobre mi rostro. Y me di cuenta de q...e no ten?a ni un ?tomo degrasa y mi tripa. Era completamente plana. Probablemente tendr?a el culogordo que me hab?an prometido, pero no ten?a fuerzas para comprobar nadam?s. Volv? a tumbarme e intent? dormir. Y lo consegu?.Cuando despert? de nuevo el sol estaba m?s bajo en el cielo.Probablemente estaba ya cayendo la tarde. Rec? porque todo fuera. The thought of it got me back to the serious reason for my trip to Sausalito.It was 10 AM and it was Friday, Michael's 50th birthday.Where are you Michael?I didn't want to go to Sausalito. I didn't want to face Helene. I didn't want to serve the divorce papers and I didn't relish dropping the bomb of the evidence of her infidelity on her.I had last seen Michael on Wednesday two days ago when I had flown down to Palm Springs, my briefcase full of photos, e-mails, recordings, and DVD's that. ” “He’s of age?” she asked, distracted. “When did that happen?” I shrugged. “Week or two ago, I think. There was a party in the common room, but I don’t really remember when it was.” Elvira smiled to herself, but then caught sight of Clio again and remembered why she was talking to me in the first place. “But why her?” she asked petulantly. “I’m prettier than she is! I’m smarter! What’s she got that I haven’t?” The obvious answer to that was “Sirius”, but I thought it would be more. He was frowning and looking at her shepherds clothing. His hand and arm motions were unmistakable. He wanted her to leave. Right now!Rybba turned to flee and tripped over a padded railing. Her hood slipped, displaying her fiery golden hair. She turned away and half-rose to flee again.“Attende!” the priest called out, suddenly more friendly. “Ne pas bouger!”“Kalos?” Rybba asked, still frightened. “Asunetos…” ‘What? I don’t understand…’“Ah!” the priest said, much more pleasantly. “You speak.