I tried to understand what might have happened between our lovemaking and this morning, but I couldn’t come to any reasonable conclusion. It was as ...f she was a different person. Cold. Self absorbed. Temperamental. Not one of those emotions would I have ascribed to the Marilyn I thought I knew. What happened to the shy, self-effacing woman of two years ago? She admitted to be addicted, as she called it, to the celebrity limelight. She was feeding on other people’s admiration and envy. It was. I saw a poet, hunkered down on the forest floor. I slung my gun over my shoulder and climbed out of my stand. I followed the sound of the poet, surveying each page and phrase as I hiked. As I drew near I found my first sign: a track made by a seventeen triple E boot. Everyone knows that these repulsive beasts have enormous feet, all the better for stomping on the dreams of the creative. Their tiny, pointed heads and bloated, short bodies slouched over those huge feet as they tromped through. I againlooked in the mirror to see an image, which now made me almost tremble.With my hair newly brushed and my face still made up, the sight of myselfstanding dressed as I was with the sexily clad maid at my back unclaspingmy brassiere seemed a dream. She delicately took the each ribboned strapbetween her beautifully manicured fingertips and pushed them down overthe curve of my shoulders. As she pressed her bosom against the now bareskin of my back, she glided her hands down around my neck and. I had just put a tray of bacon into the oven to bake when Lynn came into the kitchen.“Should I start the eggs?”“Yes, please and I will pull out the muffins.”Erin and Blossom came into the kitchen with four babies hanging from their breasts. They came and sat at the big table. I greeted them and my children with kisses.“You are going to give our guests heart attacks if they walk into a room full of tits being sucked on.”“We will be done in a bit and then we will just close our tops and keep the.