The adults were looking for snakes and gators… almost casually. ‘I remember the last look I gave my… Home. I remember actually feeling the Ties ...eing cut by my Will. I remember feeling my heart harden as I turned my back… and feeling something inside of me die a horrid death. I remember reminding myself that they were Things. ‘But they Held Memories. The dark Nights spent wandering the famous French Quarter in my duster are as vivid as anything. I miss its weight on my shoulders… and it’s been. I couldn’t do that to something that was part of me. I just couldn’t. So gathering my courage, I told Eric. He had been speechless. But after a few hours, he came to the conclusion he would raise the baby as his own and we would get married. Then it was my turn to be speechless, but in the end, I agreed. We moved into a large ground floor apartment in Brooklyn and started over. I shouldn’t say we, I moved. Eric was still gone months at a time, and had all of his belongings in an apartment on. It only happened one time and it was only sex. You see both of us, err, Rhonda and I, both kind of like rough sex and neither you nor my wife go in for that sort of thing. You don't because you love Rhonda and my wife doesn't because she's the romantic type. She's more into cuddling and kissing and all of that bullshit.So both Rhonda and I had needs that were going unfilled. But that one time worked it out of our systems. It will never happen again. You can understand that can't you buddy?"I. 'Als hij weg is kleed ik mij uit. Ik trek de kimono aan en ga dan naarbeneden. Bij de tuindeuren aarzel ik even. Ik ben nog nooit naakt buitengeweest. Maar ach, het is hier doodstil.Ik loop naar de bank en wil de kimono uittrekken. Maar Eric zegt: 'wachteven, niet uittrekken. Ga maar op de bank liggen.'Ik ga op zijn aanwijzingen op de bank liggen. Languit, mijn hoofd op derand van de bank op een kussen. Eric vraagt of ik mijn linker been wilbuigen.Mijn andere hand moet achter mijn hoofd. Eric.