Julie laughed as Marcus explored the car as best he could. He'd never been in one before, but she began to think there must be something inherent in m...n that came out when they were around cars, even if the man himself pre-dated automobiles. She had to look away before she laughed too much as he nearly twisted himself in knots trying look around in the back."Really, Marcus, all of the gadgets are up front here," she said, gesturing at the dashboard and console. "The only thing in the back seat. He walked around her and slapped her across her right cheek. ?ANSWER ME, BITCH! Do you know who I am?? he screamed. Sarah started to well up; tears in her eyes. ?No Sir, I don’t know who you are,? she criedmiserably. ?Well let me help you out a little, miss smarty britches,? he replied as he pulled out his glasses and put them on. The glasses changed his appearance and he now looked vaguely familiar to her. Then it hit Sarah like a ton of bricks, ?He’s the kid I had tormented all my years in . I doubt he thinks that way – even though he and Winnie have an ancient history.”“Over thirty years ago. Remember Sebastian.”“In The Tempest?”“Right. ‘What’s past is prologue.’ More importantly, I think past is past.”“No. Faulkner wrote: ‘The past is never dead. It’s not even past’.”“That’s good. Where’s it from?”“Requiem for a Nun. We read it in school.”“Another difference between Perth and Scotch. We read no Faulkner.”“Is that good or bad?”“Who knows? I still find his Mississippi. ”“One hundred and thirty two ... That I know of ... I’ve got videos of her fucking one hundred and thirty two different women.”Renae gasps, and smiles, “Wow ... I’ve been in porn for almost twenty years, and I don’t think I’ve fucked a hundred and thirty-two different women on camera!”Angelica shrugs. “He finds them, I fuck them...”“And where have you found all these ladies for your wife...?” Checks Renae.James goes through his memory bank, “Some friends, ex-girlfriends of mine, we’ve picked.