When Paula at last lay quiescent, Bobby slid up next to her. Paula snuggled against him and kissed him. ‘Is…is that what I taste like?’ she aske... softly after the kiss ended. Bobby grinned and nodded. ‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘It’s my favorite flavor.’ ‘I…I can’t believe how good you make me feel,’ she said, still a little breathless. ‘I can’t get over what a wonderful lover you are!’ Bobby kissed her. ‘You make it easy,’ he told her. ‘But I don’t do anything,’ she protested. ‘I…I don’t make love to. Dislocation. Norman said to himself, "I better find some answers soon. I ... don'tknow how long I can take this ..." Then he sighed, and crawled into hisbed.Eventually, he fell asleep.The next morning, he went through his routine while trying to avoidlooking at his reflection, because every time he did, it was so ...dislocating he could hardly stand it."I gotta find an answer soon." He thought to himself as he rushedthrough breakfast before walking out the door.Unfortunately, he knew he would. ”“What would mess things up?”“Being a jerk. Be nice to her, and it’ll all be cool.”“And what does THAT mean?” I asked.“What all girls consider being nice - doing what they want!”I laughed and shook my head in amazement, and we both went back to our respective desks. The rest of the morning was fairly boring, except for a call with the University of Chicago Computer Science department to finalize our 56K leased line to them for our Internet connection.Just before lunchtime, I went home to walk. THUMP! THUMP! Was he going insane? THUMP! THUMP! Just call the authorities, he attempted to calm himself, they’d know what was going on. Slowly, he made his way out of his bed, and without grace, placed his trembling feet on the cold, wooden floor. Immediately, the darkness gnawed at his heels and consumed his legs. With great caution, he made his way to the door. The hinges scram as he nudged the door open. THUMP! THUMP! He floundered down the stairs, the blackness growing thicker like a dense.