" How many times have the two of you done it?" I don't know, maybe 50 or so," she said."I'd have to say you've been busy then," I told her."I don't kn...w about that, a couple of my girlfriends say they do it at least once a day. We do it 2 or 3 times a week," she admitted.She sat there thinking a minute. I could tell she was thinking about how to tackle my knowing about her. I remained quiet to give her time to decide what her next move was going to be."What are you going to do?" she asked."What. In dem Moment, in dem ich vorsichtig zwinkernd ein Auge öffnen will, schießt mir warmer schleim ins gesicht. Irgendwer spritzt auf mich ab, auf meinen nackten, geschundenen Körper. Ich lasse den Kopf wieder zurück auf das Kissen fallen und lasse es einfach geschehen, die Schlacken seiner Wichse schießen mir ins Haar, auf meine Nase, auf meine halb geöffneten Lippen.Dann ist er plötzlich ganz nah mit seinem halbsteifen, vollgeschleimten Schwanz, klatscht ihn auf meine Lippen und knurrt:"Mach. I walked down the hall exchanging the requisite pleasantries with the people that I passed in the hall. I stopped briefly to talk to Peter who was in accounting for a moment and turned to continue down the hall. When I looked forward there “she” was. I swear my heart skipped a beat as she took my breath away. She was wearing a gray pant suit with a white blouse that was buttoned to her long beautiful neck, her jacket was short and cinched at the waist which really accentuated her. I’m not even sure if he realizes that mom’s gone.’ ‘I’m sorry to hear about your father. I only met him once and then it was only brief. Judging from the man I see sitting before me now I would say he was a good father, I mean before the disease robbed him of himself. Alzheimer’s is a cruel disease.’ ‘Well, he had his moments.’ I could see a look of concern on his face as he asked me again, ‘Are you my real father?’ ‘Why are you asking me that? What makes you think that your mother would do.