I admit to having been moved by Guido Reni’s painting of Jesus in his Passion, or by Sydney Carton’s walk to the guillotine for his Lucie Manette....But somehow I believe that love ideally won’t involve suicide, but rather ought to foster a mutual partnership for as long as is fruitful, and the tales of agape and self-sacrifice strike me as strangely cold and bloodless. You would suggest that chastity implies truer love? To hell with vaunting this notion of purity—this notion of dying from afar. She just suddenly seemed much older than she was.Thurston was still there and, when I was getting out of the car actually knocked me flat on the ground, getting in one of those big licks while I was down. So, we just sat there by the car door, getting to know each other again while Auntie stood on the porch, trying to look disgusted at the licking, but unable to keep the grin from lighting her face.There were lots of walks and runs through the woods, runs that avoided that one path and walks. My face was red with embarrassment. We were almost finished with our drinks and I was beginning to think we would be leaving soon when a young man approached our table."Hey Nancy, what's up, who are your friends?" My heart started pounding as she began to speak. "Dan!" Nancy said with delight. "I'm so glad to see you, come sit down." Nancy motioned for me to stand up and let Dan slide in between Alice and myself."Dan this is Alice and..." Nancy paused for a minute. "We haven't given you a name. .. we danced.First I danced Roz out to the Townwagon, opened the wayback double doors, picked her up and stuffed her in. I let her find her own way to the seating ... but I made sure she was seated before I went back to the restaurant and picked the next size.“One Two Three, One Two Three, One Two Three,” I counted aloud and waltzed Rachel out to the Dodge. In the back and shut the door.Next, I hummed The Beerbarrel Polka in Amy’s ear and polka-ed out. I picked her and said, “Open the front.