True to her word, she stepped it up a notch. This time, he appeared to be breathing quite a bit harder at the end, but still not in pain. And he was b...ck again for the following class.For the next several classes, she pushed harder and harder. Finally, at the end of a particularly brutal session, he came up front to her again. Staring her straight in the eye, he said, "Ms. Stevenson, I don't care how hard you try to work me." Okay, thought Stacey, here's where he makes some sort of ultimatum.. Slowly the strands began to rearrange themselves from the tangled knot that the bowl had contained to a series of neat coils. Gradually the plate took on the look of a ship's tomato-ey sauced foc'sl, its ropes coiled neatly in readiness for use.Gregg shook his head; uncertain as to whether or not this meant that the spaghetti was good to eat and equally unsure if it meant that the effects of the spliff had not, in fact, quite worn off yet. His attempt to push the thoughts of the obsessively. I just had to find the proof.She always made the trip by train and the train was always late. I could drive down and arrive before her. When she had gone, I looked around the house. She had left the credit card bill, opened and with the word PAID written on it, on the counter. I saw the charges for the train ticket and the hotel. Was this so that I would know where to find her? I looked in her night stand drawer. The stainless steel plug was gone. The silicone lube was gone too. I thought about. "Shit, Ivy," I said, smiling. "The whole car is painted green. And it's got a row of leaves painted like they're lying across the hood and the door panels. You simply can not be more earth friendly that this. In fact my car's name is..."She smiled even bigger and looked at me. The look was so enticing that I forgot what I was saying."Those aren't leaves," she said. "They're Ivy. And if you wanted me lie down and spread on your hood or any other place all you had to do was ask."That conversation.