“And no farting,” said nine-year-old Billy. “Every time you fart you get ten whacks with the thong.”“Now Debbie darling,” said Mom, suppo...e you just bend over and grab your ankles right now and you’ll get ten with the thong from each of us so you’ll know what we’re talking about. And of course you count out the ten and say thank you Mom or thank you Jimmy or thank you Billy, may I have another?” while you take them.”I knew it would do no good to argue when they were in this kind of mood so I. “I was so taken by his effort that I couldn’t be angry with him. We ended up having pizza that night, and he helped me clean the kitchen and the rest of the house. Now, where I was going with this? Oh yes, it was this woman, at least I hope it was a woman, saved my marriage.” “Excuse me?” Polly asked confused. “He was so angry for so long after my cancer. Not at me, mind you, but at the situation. I loved making love with him, and how we’d lay in bed and talk for hours after. Then all that. ." Let me put it this way. If you're not at your locker, then I'm going to discuss our relationship with you before and after every class we have, in front of every one of our classmates, day after day until the exams are over. We WILL talk about this, one way or another. I will be at your locker at the start of lunchtime. If you don't want to be embarrassed in class day after day, I strongly suggest you be there too."I walked off, chuckling to myself at her reaction.#1: #3: #3: #2: #1: #1: #2:. More air than any thing could possibly need. A trachea battered and shocked with the harsh, viscous reality of the body’s duties. Breathing was a violation on par with a knife wound. How dare my body receive this? A wave of hideous nausea, then. Frame shaking, breath-stopping (oh thank you) blackout nausea, the kind a parent experiences seeing their child snatched away by random circumstance. And oh now he hated the word tactile. Hate. Hated it. Found that word and held on, hating and seeing.