‘Look, I’m a good listener,’ he said, ‘If you want, I’ll make some coffee and you can talk to me.’ Nora stopped, turned, and looked at him...uncertainly. ‘I…I don’t know…’ she said softly. ‘I…I don’t want to bother you. I…it looks as if I’ve already disturbed your sleep.’ She sniffled, took a tissue out of her coat pocket, and blew her nose. ‘Hey look,’ Frank said, ‘I’m awake now, I’ve got plenty of time, and I really am a good listener.’ ‘I…I don’t know,’ Nora said hesitantly. ‘I’m serious about. Don’t ask me why. Even that annoying little voice that I was so desperately trying to ignore screamed in my head. “Don’t do this!” it yelled. “She’ll eat you up and spit you out, asshole!” Like I said, I try to ignore that little piece of shit as much as I can. Brandy was making my job insufferably easy.My first instinct was to grab her shoulder and pull her to me tightly. My intentions were great. My aim wasn’t. Instead of the shoulder, my wandering hand found her breast, which seemed to draw. This was all something new to Dorothy who had gone through a more traditional youth with sock-hops, football games, proms and bridge games. She admitted herself that she was totally preppie material, the essence of one of the seven sister colleges. Her parents wanted her to have a good education for her to be able to be an asset to her future husband, but that was soon tossed to the wayside.Maude claims she was fascinated by Dorothy from the start too. Such a contrast. Dorothy was barely. As she described in glorious details the amazing goddess QuintineaBarry's panic slowly gave way to a serene calmness. Forgotten was thecall to the government and the alarm code green-deep-whatever. All thatmattered to Barry was her voice and a growing need.Barry now understood. The only way for his country to become great againwas fresh blood. The birth of a new generation. It needed babies. Hiseyes darted to the wannabe-but-not-really macho men. It would be soeasy. They wanted to be women and.