A wife and kids would be nice. Of course, I’d like to get use of my legs back.”“I’m sure you’ll get married and have kids. I fear that getti...g use of your legs back is a tough one. Medicine hadn’t solved that problem by the time I died. There’s always the other solution: solar eclipse.”“Yes, I know about that final solution. It’s not one that I’m particularly fond of.”“Rightfully so.”“It’s going to be a little tougher finding a good wife now. Word about my money is starting to get out. I’ve. Era o desejo recôndito, cada vez maior, de me entregar a um macho ativo.Aos 18 anos, caí na vida, sendo paquerada, pela primeira vez, por um motorista, instrutor de uma auto-escola no Centro, que parou o carro pra me paquerar e dali mesmo fomos dar uma volta onde mamei o pau dele com ele dirigindo pelas ruas do Centro e da Quinta da Boa Vista. Início inesquecível. Dei muitas vezes pra ele e aprendi muitas coisas que uma viadinha deveria saber. Daí em diante não parei mais de dar e foram muitos. I had always denied that but deep down those accusations must have worked on my inner self-doubts. After our first time and my being reluctant to do any more with him, I realized that he had been working on me here and there still. With my eyes wide open now, I could clearly see where I had been misled and hooked. Ashamed at myself I knew that I was lucky that we had been in that accident when we were or by now I would have been the company whore. Shaking and crying, I sat in my kitchen. Marcel had hoped to be in Bresslaw by now, but the heavy rain had triggered a mudslide that had blocked the main pass. Although a local trapper had pointed him in the direction of an alternate road, it was so rarely used he'd been unable to make good progress in the rain.He cursed himself for not taking up the trapper's offer of shelter for the night. The man had warned him he was unlikely to make it over into Bresslaw, but Marcel had pressed on anyway. He didn't want to waste any time. News.