The other thing was a picture of two girls in prom dresses. It was labeled in neat printing, “Clarice and me—best friends. Waiting for our dates f...r our Christmas Cotillion.” I wasn’t sure which girl was which. I’d seen several pictures of Georgia but it’s difficult to match the adult woman with the teenager—especially with her hair done up like that. I called Grover and asked if he knew who Clarice was and he said she’d married Jim O’Henry but Jim was killed in Afghanistan. He didn’t know if. ”“Say you’ll be at my wedding,” I supplied with a chuckle. “If it wasn’t for everything Mike and I have been through, I’d ask you to stand up for me.”“Your best man?” she asked dryly.“It’s not so uncommon these days to ignore gender roles,” I shrugged dismissively.“Yeah, but you always struck me as being more traditional,” she pointed out.“Not so traditional that I’d snub you,” I assured her. “Mike’s my brother though and after Linda cheated on me with my own brother, he was the only one that. It’s an absurd concept invented to reflect shame rather than pride in human beauty and the body. There is no cause for such shame or humility. The human body is a work of art, a walking, talking, breathing sculpture made of flesh and bone instead of marble, stone, or wood.“We also don’t need to worry about trying to continue and adhere to our old way of life, our old, useless patterns and habits of thought. Our old moral code, just toss it aside like the trash that it is. That’s all it is.. Our tongues met and swirled the spunk back and forth between us, we loosened the contact and allowed spunk to run out over our lips and onto our chins. We kept this up until gravity had deposited more spunk in my mouth than I could cope with and I had to break the contact and swallow. “How was that?” asked Holly. “Interesting,” I replied, and Holly laughed. “Tingles my mouth, tastes of asparagus," I added. “Did you have asparagus last night?” asked Holly. “No, I don’t like asparagus,” was my.