No one dared. Jen had dragged Roger's unconscious body away from Clarissa's princkheadand rolled him on his stomach and removed the Velcro bonds. No o...e, but noone ever gave mouth-to-mouth respiration to someone who had been sucking princk.There was one possibility. Jen stood above Roger and began to pound her foot,first gently and then very hard on his lower back, middle back and then upperback in a repeating pattern, and he began to show some signs of life. Firsta quiet moan, and then violent. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes she studied Dutch. "It's a copy. A very good copy by another famous painter, but it's not the original. Now how did you know that?"He shrugged, "I just felt it."She laughed. "You're awful," she said. Why did we come here anyway?'"I told you, Robert recommended it. You know whatever he suggests you go for."She laughed. "That's sexually, baby, not art."He made a grab for her. "I'm up for anything, lady."She swatted his hand away. An older woman across the room. “Do the kids get into any trouble?” Titus asked.“No,” Charlie answered. “They’re good kids. They make As and Bs in school.”“Things are good with your wife?”“Yes,” Charlie answered.“How about in the bedroom,” Titus asked.Looking around a little nervously, Charlie answered, “We have sex twice a week.”“Anything kinky?” Titus asked.“No,” Charlie answered. “We’re strictly vanilla.”Titus asked, “Where did you go for your last vacation?”“We went to Rat World. When you have kids, your choices of. See the hole down here. I bet that's where the juice would drip."JoJo studied the hole. "I don't know," she said. "I guess we could make it into a planter."Now Joe laughed. JoJo could make just about anything into a planter. "Forget it," he said good- naturedly.Next was a table of knickknacks and odds and ends. "Hey," said JoJo, stopping. "Hey," Joe echoed. They stood in front of the knickknack table staring at the alarm clock radio."A Snoozer," JoJo whispered."I know," Joe whispered back.On.