So far, nobody had come up with one. They were still in denial, to some extent. Even intelligent people will engage in denial when their ship has gone...down and denial is the only thing floating on the ocean. For the girls, it involved hoping, each night, that when they woke up in the morning their abs would be flat again, and it would all have been part of some bad dream. For Bob, it was hoping that somehow, getting them pregnant would be seen as a public service, rather than a public disgrace.. We had fifty-four great and wonderful years together, but she's gone now, just like your love. My love died, but I can see that your love only left you for another." How can you see all that in my doodling? How can you know the heartbreak and anguish of losing someone to another? Someone who doesn't even come close to deserving her; how can you know all that just by looking at something in the wetness of a bar top?Like I told you ... ah, I don't even know your name. Mine's Bill, Bill Monroe,. It beckons to me with an intensity that pervades my senses, leaving me reeling for sure ground. I hear the sounds, the voices. In the center of all that, I hear my conscience speaking to me to hold on, to fight, to love you, and care for you, my love. I have always doubted my conscience. Now, I want to believe in it. Everything you represent, feels right, genuine and my adoration for you, is calling out to me. Right now, I am heading to bed and sleep will elude my mind until I grant myself. "Boy or girl,right?" She shook her head. "But you'd like to know what it feels like,yes?" She held my gaze for a few seconds, then gave a guilty nod anddropped her eyes."Okay," I said, "but two things. First, it's nothing to be ashamed of.Sex is something to enjoy, in whatever form you get the chance. Butsecond, it's up to you to decide what you want, and what you're willingto put up with. You need to be in control."The force with which I said this last caused Charlie to lift her head."You.