You have often said that if weweren't married you would be bisexual. So we would both like making loveto a woman, while I would be repulsed by another...man. So let's just dothe woman."Tina replied, "You certainly are right that I would like bringing a womaninto bed. But I would like it more if we also, another time, brought aman to our bed. And I understand that you would hate having another manin our bed. But the question for you is -- would you hate being in bedwith a man more than you would. The shelter was small. Enough room for both of them – but not much more. And it was humid inside. But dry. And… warm. Baz went in first. Lynn stayed where she was – sitting in the snow and feeling terrible about what she had done. Hoping beyond hope that Philo or someone… anyone else… from the tribe would come back for them. But they hadn’t. And they wouldn’t. Finally Baz’s voice came out of the shelter. Tired… and exasperated. But somehow inviting. Like he’d hit a limit at how long he was. I was just some older man to them who would just buy them a drink. They never really had any intentions of being with a man of my age. I now quickly found out how cruel life can be, but it was about to get even crueler. I had been in my small tiny apartment for about a month and half. I was now ready to go back home and enjoy my wife and family that I once had. I quickly found out that my mid-life crisis wasn’t made out like I had thought. I was very stupid and dumb and I now knew it I had. It was real. She had asked forthe cane, he had administered the first stroke, she was still there, and theevidence of its impact was as clear as it could be. He paused but not for toolong, about fifteen seconds, and raised his cane to administer the second stroke.And so he continued, for six crackingly hard strokes. Having completed thesixth stroke, however, he suddenly found himself himself stranded at a loss,not knowing how to proceed, quickly filling with fear that this remarkableopportunity.