Has the power?Amy: (snapping her shirt back together) Give that back to me Michael?"(Hesitatingly, I threw it at her)Amy: It doesn't have to be a powe... struggle, Michael. Here, I'll make a peace gesture ... we share the can opener. (She picked up a can, opened it, handing me a piece of sliced peach from inside.)Michael: (I take it and eat it) Why didn't you just share it without all of this crap?Amy: I would have, if you had asked me instead of ordering me.Michael: (We sit on an upstage log,. Hiseyes automatically averted whenever he happened to look that way. Hedidn't want to really see it, much like his toilet that she had wrappedup in layer after layer of her plastic wrap so he couldn't use it. Henever looked at that either. It was too much of a reminder of what hewas not longer permitted to do.He looked around his living room. His whole apartment was a vast amountof emptiness. His only furniture was the one chair he was sitting in,his blow-up mattress on the floor of his. "Sandy, honey, whatever happened to that two-headed snake?" Oh my! Do we dare try it?" I hate snakes," said Nancy."You might like this one. It's plastic." You've lost me." Actually, we'll be kind of lost too. It will be our maiden voyage into uncharted pussies, so to speak."Sandy said, "Nancy will think we're terrible. A real couple of weirdoes." I already know you're that. I've become one too, but now you've piqued my interest. What are you talking about?" Do you know where it is?" asked. . well, for an awful long time.Susan became Susan later that day when her father arrived, inevitably late, agreed to the selected name. Her mother, it seemed, felt she looked like a Susan, whatever that meant, and he became Susan’s second doting parent.There is something about names, you do tend to associate some names with personality traits, and Susan is probably everyone’s idea of ‘good’ girl, the sort of girl your mother would like you to marry, attractive, sensible and capable. And she.