. dump your coffee on the floor, and then use your sweater to clean it up?"Abbie looked at Jake, shrugged, and then poured her coffee on the floor. "S...ems kind of a waste of time, coffee, and maybe even my sweater. But what the heck, I'll do it!" She unbuttoned her cardigan and then crawled on the floor to mop up the spilled coffee. "You know, no one has ever asked me do anything like this. It seems kind of pointless. Who would get pleasure out of asking something like this?"Jake said, "I don't. I was going to create my own wealth and power.’ ‘By marrying it?’ Jeff asked. ‘That sounds stupid.’ ‘I’m sorry. If you’re going to cry, pull over and let me drive.’ I did. Had my whole life been a sham? Was I just fooling myself? Jeff reached over and took my hand and just held it. He handled the steering wheel with his left. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t know whether it was because he had no idea what to say or because he thought it was best not to say anything right now. Whatever the. "Well, what I think she needs is someone who can teach her, be patient with her, let her be the instigator while gently encouraging her exploration of her sexuality until her fear of sex is gone. It would have to be someone older; someone she trusts, someone more experienced. Someone she knows already." Where would you find someone like that?" I asked. "It doesn't sound like they would be listed in the Yellow Pages."I just about said something about a particular High School teacher who came to. You remember news trucks? No? How about a Pakistani taxi driver? Umm, OK.Last December I was anticipating Christmas, wondering how much of my savings I should spend on my Dearest Wife of nearly seven years on my way into work. Work? What's that? That's a place where you sit down in acubicle farm with buzzing florescent lights intimidating you from clock in to clock out.You answer the phone and watch your email to the tune of "You're gonna catch hell if my database query doesn't work faster than.