I guess I just don't know what's wrong with me."Oh, yes - Elly. The petite young Pole from the old neighborhood. Elly - who'd gone from overweight tee...age pudgeball to a svelte 20ish doll who had only one flaw keeping her from being the ideal vest-pocket Venus: her tits, which had ballooned out to something like 32-DD. Elly - who had loved swallowing cum so much that she came herself when she got a mouthful. I was beginning to regret mentioning Elly, though it had been with the best of. The manager came out and it was the fat man Debbie saw the night before trying to attract customers. “What do you want,” the fat man demanded. Debbie shivered as she could feel his eyes undressing her. The thought of running away was racing in her mind, but then she knew Stephanie still had the incriminating pictures. Debbie took a deep breath and told the story Stephanie instructed.“I need a job, I’m a single Mother and have to find work to keep my apartment.” The fat man nodded and motioned. They’d started their conversation tentatively, trading amusing travel anecdotes of no real import, but whether by intention or out of some subconscious need, they’d gradually fallen into a surprisingly detailed recounting of their romantic and sexual histories. If either of them found it odd to be sharing such stories with each other, they showed no sign. Luke wondered if it was an attempt on his part to restore some sort of balance to his perception of her, which of late had veered so wildly. That was Ham, always running and never getting anywhere. Something else, too, I remember thinking all those years ago that the hamster he kept in his room was much happier than he was, but I guess some people make their own treadmills no matter where they go, no matter the circumstance. But, and this is important, more than anything else in the world, Uncle Chuck loved his wife Ruth. She was the light of his life, and while, perhaps, his love for her was just another manifestation of his desire.