"I still remember how much it sucks to have to share your pad with a slob because you can't make the rent by yourself, or doing laundry at the Laundro...at two blocks down because your place doesn't have a washer and dryer. Nothing like having to turn down dope dealers while you're folding your undies, I tell you that. Now I get paid to sit on my ass, and I can pad my savings account and preserve myself for later." Preserve yourself for what?" I ask. "What are you going to do in another ten. I tried to focus on them, and ask them some more questions."Well, Ben, and June, how often do you two have sex?" I wondered."We've been averaging about five times on weekdays, and about eight times a day on the weekends. We haven't used condoms in years now, because for how much sex we have, it would be too risky to rely on them," Ben replied."What about you two?" I asked Cassie, and Andrew.They both needed to think about it for a minute, to no surprise. If they asked me, I wouldn't have the. Eggs, bacon, toast, butter, juice, fruit, all laid out and waiting.I sat down and was reaching for some juice when I noticed the palm prints burnt into the heavy wood of the table top. I pushed the plate and silverware to the side and put my hands over the burnt areas. They were a perfect match.The girls, including Anya, were filling their plates and sliding into their chairs."Did I do this?" I asked, pointing to the hand prints.My girls looked at one another and then as one turned to look at. The voice wails, "I am gone."He remembers sitting on the grass in the little oak grove, watching his funeral, there's his mother and father, standing stiff and separate. There's his older sister standing stiffly apart from the guy who's going to soon enough be her first husband.Steve is right their on the grass beside him. Steve's hand kneads his thigh. He slaps it angrily."Ah honey," Steve pleads, "Let's fuck. What else is there to do?"The thought of it makes him sick. Every time Steve touches.