She missed him, wanted him, needed him. She and Glen were now sharing the bedroom once more, but she found herself simply going through the motions, i...capable of desire for the man she called her husband. When he wanted sex, she would oblige, then wait anxiously for him to drift off so she could slip out of bed and join her youthful lover at the end of the hall. She would stay as long as she dared, then slip back into their bedroom and join her still sleeping husband before he woke.Her. One of the gurus described a tactic in which he’d program his phone number under the name “Sex God” into girls’ phones. Though it’d been over a year since I heard that particular interview, while talking with a hefty 31-year-old blonde at Woody’s, I applied the technique hoping all that time spent in the car listening to these hopeless bozos would yield some results. Her name was Pam. She was an inverted Butterface, so instead of having a hot body and ugly face, Pam had a hot face and ugly. "The night I came to your door at 2 in the morning to bawl you out for dumping me. That night I knew fear as the hair on the back of my neck rose when I rang your bell, but I knew I would regret it forever if I didn't do it. I got that same feeling today as I ran my thoughts over and over in my head. GOD! They know who you are and what you do and even watch some of your moves to adjust their financial barometers. You're a... a... a legend! That's it!" she said excitedly as she sat back in the. " Make your call," Ivy told Diana.The women's chit-chat was soon interrupted by Diana's raised voice."Oh, my God. Oh. My. God. So what do we —? The bylaws?"She covered the phone and looked at her sorority sisters."Bylaws?" she mouthed to the others with a shrug and raised eyebrows."Yeah, they're all here," she continued. "Me and Tiff and Ivy. How long do we have? Alright, I'll call you back before then."Holy shit," she said as she clicked the phone closed. "Pam's pregnant." Pam our president?".