Do I make that clear?" Yes, sir." Well, Mr. Woods seeks new dormitory arrangements as result of yourbehavior. It appears I have no choice but to gran... his request. Haveyou anything to say?" No, sir," Casey said, looking miserable."Well, to see that you remain well apart, you are to be relocatedtoo," Newman responded."Why? Can't I just stay put?" I want you and Mr. Woods as far apart as possible. You'll have a newroommate too, and this one will be very much safe from yourinterests," he. You have no punishment that I would not willinglyInflict upon my own body and laugh.Your holy words, your holy vows,Your holy water and holier than thousAre wasted where the condemnedIs filled with such self-loathingThat your punishment is nothing to compare.And yet I suffer not the judgment you declareAs much as the fact that you dare judge meAnd find me wanting by your scales of blind justice—The balance in one hand measuring the crime,The sword in the other rejoicing in execution.My head on. She giggled and asked, “You must be starving like me, Ben. When did you have your last good sex?”“Oh, twenty minutes ago.” - I truthfully replied. However, I suspected Helen meant sex with my wife.For the time being, I let this matter rest. Instead, I soaped her in, which put Helen in a state of blissful contemplation. My soapy hands lovingly washed all her body and then, at length, all of her hidden crannies. The wash finished with us in the closest of embraces under the cascading water. I was. The first time my big brother woke up.Last year I got stinking drunk thinking that I really needed a boost to the bank account—something that would pay and pay, but had no idea where to go. Two bottles of tequila later I woke up with NO HANGOVER and a little fanny pack quietly humming away perched on my belly. I tried to pick it up but two spots on my belly hurt and tugged. The thing blinked a red light and buzzed at me. I thought for a minute. No hangover. Machine hooked to me. Fanny pack.