“It’s ollierocks.”“No.”“Yeah. One word. Lower case.”“You are lovely, you know that, right? o-l-l-i-e-r-o-c-k-s. Okay, I’m ... Oh.”...��Hmmm?”“What have you been reading?”“Told you.”“You, dearest Georgia, have a dirty mind.”“Well, you knew that.”“Yeah, but now I have proof. Hell, I can go to the media.”“And tell them what?”“George is a pervert. She reads porn in the bath.”“Erotica.”“Whatever.”“And tries, largely unsuccessfully, to masturbate.”“What?”“Well, I needed two hands, see, and I needed one. The idea of this happening got him unbelievably turned on. I must admit, the the thought of some stranger wanting to keep my pictures for their own enjoyment excited me too. A few years later, one hour photo development places opened and we would take our film to one of them. Several times, we found that they developed doubles, without our requesting them to. Since they only charged us for singles, we never complained. We also noticed that not every negative would have two pics. Now we knew. Indeed, I have. “A drink, maybe… on me, of course." “Sure, have a seat,” the man, with whom I’m nearest, offers. He has perfect white teeth, with thick lips and an accent that could drive me mad with lust. He pulls the chair out for me and I slide into it with ease. “Thank you,” I say with a smile. Just then, one of the waitresses steps up to our table. I turn to the petite, little blonde. “Can we get another round, please?” She gives me a brief nod and I smile as I watch her walk away. Once. “She makes the best rice pudding that I ever had.”“Hmmm ... what about lamb?” Sekhmet asked.“Or rabbit?” the short stock woman added.“Eh ... she is ok with them, Ammit.”“What is this mortal music that I am hearing?” Ammit questioned, looking at the radio intently.“Elvis Pressley. While he doesn’t hold the same appeal to me as Ray Charles ever did, he still sings well. Mmmm ... now I need to hear I Got a Woman again. Come on, Ammi. Switch back to your normal form. I bet a big gal like you can.