Her face became grotesquely contorted and her legs dislodged from behind her shoulders as her spine whiplashed her body in all different directions un...il it looked like she went into a twitching paralysis for the better part of a full minute. Then she began crying. It was the first time that I was ever in doubt of my wife’s sanity. Then her sobs turned into laughter and she yelled, “I need cock, where the fuck are you guys?” Then she picked up her phone and quickly tapped out a message that I. Ken thought to herself "what is it that Peterreally does for a living? And why was I asked so many questions by hismother?"Turning to Peter, Ken said "your mother hinted that you are not just alimousine driver. What else do you do for a living? I had been wonderinghow you could afford this dinner. And how were you able to afford all thethings we have done?" Before I answer you, I have a question to ask you."With a hint of irritation, Ken said, "Alright. What?"Peter got up, walked around the. He was toying with a camera, looking irritated over the chatter going on around him, which made Frank wonder why he didn't just leave the table. Frank also wondered if it was possible that he was staring at the guy who'd left him with a split lip a few weeks ago. But, speculation wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he forced himself to look over the last guy at the table, who seemed to be all over Jenny Woodmoore.When Frank was in kindergarten, he'd been invited to his friend Eric's birthday. It consumes me, abandons me, beckons me,saddens me, disappoints me, arouses me. But, then, a breakthrough: arealization. Love is an idea; it is not real. Nothing we think orfeel--especially feel--is real.Only the moment is real. The now. The incident and the event are real,but only as long as they happen, for memories, also, are unreal.Very well. Let me explain. Perhaps an example will help. My breasts arereal when their weight is in my hands--or yours. They have density, then;they are.