..or mouth...as the case may be.”Turning back to the women, Duane finished up. “One last element to make it even more random,” he said. “Each ...air of men will flip a coin outside, determining whether they get head or tail.” The men laughed uproariously at that...the women smiled nervously. “Heads will be the end of the box facing the room, tails the end facing the wall.”He gestured toward the door. “Gents, please step into the hallway while I get the ladies ready.”The group filed out.***Duane. The title that I had originally given the story was The Wedding and The Funeral.I'd led a pretty active sex life when I was in high school and as a result my reputation wasn't very good. Determined to turn things around, I made a vow that I was going to be a 'good girl' in college, stay away from boys and just earn my degree. It was a vow that lasted all of two months. Two months into the term I met Henry and fell absolutely head-over-heels in love. Henry had, at least in my opinion, one major. My father was old-fashioned, he had never trusted the machines to do the job properly and insisted on supervising them. Granted they weren’t perfect and sometimes their pathfinding got screwed up, but they didn’t require his constant attention. Dealing with the occasional rogue tractor driving around the field in circles was a damn sight better than tilling the fields yourself, or having to pay an army of laborers.“You know how he is,” she replied as she unfastened her apron and hung it on the. I smiled nervously about that thought.I was nervous about everything. I realized that I was trembling.I finally got hold of myself and took a deep breath, trying to relax.When I heard the door rattle, I lost it and ran to meet him there! Not cool, but... Mark slipped inside. "Sorry - got lost on the paths," he laughed."I'm so nervous I can't believe it. Are you? Do you think..." My voiced faded, not sure I wanted to ask if he thought we were doing the right thing. Wanting to go ahead, but not.