As much as Jake is one fucking weird ass satyr, he is also one of the most sensible guys I have ever met. If he had figured out how to deal with it, I...need to learn from the master.Jake: So why do you see these guys.Me: Friendship.Jake: Well Joy and Jun and the girls are my friends. So I don't have the need you have.Me: Maricar is my friend, but I have the need for male friends.Jake: Like I said, I don't have the need. But since you do, my best suggestion is to meet them away from your home and. Except for the DNA codes for hair and eye color, we are identical. That is the simple part. Difficult to accept, perhaps, but simple.“The second part is the more complex. You see, Maria and I are both quite bright. Our IQ’s — and I know how unpopular that term is here in the United States — are high: we’re both above 180. But this is where the complexity arises. You see, Joyce, Almighty God has given us the ability to pool our brains. When we sit down at our computer keyboards, we’re working. My guess was that she hadn’t gone over 200 yet, but the way things were going it wouldn’t be long. Gayle had weighed about 125 pounds when we got married, with large breasts, although she was in good enough shape that they really didn’t sag much. After the birth of our second child, she begin to lose interest in what she looked like, and she had put on a lot of weight. Her breasts now sagged, and she had what could charitably be called a potbelly. She drank coke constantly, often as much as a. After running around all day, and spending some quality time with my new friends Alan and Jill, I unlocked the door and stepped into my apartment at quarter after nine. Instantly I was blasted by sweltering heat. "What the fuck?" I threw my purse and keys on the counter. Checking the thermostat the temp read 105. I pushed the cool button a million times and nothing. "Piece of shit apartment," I hissed. Of course maintenance wasn't available. Storming room to room I threw open every window but.