' "What are you talking about, Nadine? Really, enough games, just spit it out." "We both know what's going on, Ted," she informed me, sparking a tear...."I just hope we can still love each other. I mean, we'll always be step siblings, but I know if we ever did become more than that, we would work. I hate you, but I love you too." I hit my left palm right on my right fist. "Do you know, yes or no?" She closed the gap between us completely. "Will you kiss me one more time?" I took a deep breath and. Fagen asked, "is that still the case!?!" Of course it is," Marcia replied sadly, "who'd ever want a cold fish like me for a wife!?!" Why do you call yourself a cold fish," the doctor asked, "the inability of achieving sexual gratification for yourself does not in and of itself preclude your partner from having a very satisfying sexual experience for himself, and thusly he would more than likely consider you to be at the least an adequate sexual partner!!!" Oh, I suppose so," Marcia replied,. "A lady uses her hands more expressively when she speaks and she alwaystries to keep eye contact with the person with whom she is speaking,"Sandi stressed. The lesson was augmented with several hours ofconversation where Johnny was forced to speak in a softer voice. Shekept making him speak in a breathier manner until he felt that everyword he spoke carried enough air to blow out the candles on an oldperson's birthday cake. His was gradually being directed to sound like aHollywood sex-kitten. Shamus O'Donnell, the current driver of the Jeep, smiled a wolfish grin as he crested the hill well ahead of the trailing Chevrolet 4 X 4. "Holy shit, that's one good lookin' bitch," he savored the sight of the visibly shaken Liv jumping into the little white sports car parked on the edge of the road next to the canyon. If O'Donnell could ram the car before she moved, he could knock it over the edge, sending her tumbling to a certain death below. O'Donnell stomped the gas pedal to the floor..