Since you were, what, 15?"Devlin looked at the floor and nodded. "I was 15 the first time I came to your parties." But you seemed older," Emma said. "...ou had to be." I wasn't."Emma stared at the wall for nearly a minute. "I'm going to have to think about this," she said at last. "I--I'm not comfortable with the thought of a 15 year old swinger. There's-I don't know, there's something that's just not right about it." Well I'm not 15 any more," Devlin said."That isn't the point." If you mean what. Millie is there any water in the kitchen?" Yes, Ma'am. Mistah RJ told me he couldn't git any in the sink and I didn't know you was still at home so I's already called the plumber. He said he'd be right over."Still in her housecoat, Harriet showed the plumber to the upstairs bathroom. She leaned against the linen closet and admired the way his worn denim shirt stretched across a muscular chest. When he turned around, she could see how his bottom filled out the seat of his dungarees. She. "You could meet them." "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," said the workman, "Say, you don't have any statues in your garden." "Nope," she replied, "Do you think we should get some?" "I think we have the perfect one here," said the assisstant, "You're as beautiful as a statue." "Oh, you're just saying that," the housewife replied, blushing a little at the compliment. "No, really, you are," the workman replied. "It's just that statues don't usually wear pants. If you took them off you could pose. "Where are your shoes?" Christina asked, following me out and getting in the passenger seat. "You said I didn't have time, so I'll drive barefoot, we only live fifteen minutes away." This conversation wouldn't end well for me, they never do. "You can't drive without shoes, it's illegal! Oh my god, your eyes are fucking crimson, are you high?" "I got high last night, I'm completely sober, trust me. You know I wouldn't drive if I was even the least bit up there, just buckle up and let's go." I.