I’m only nineteen.” “I’m only thirty-four,” I said. “Wow,” she said, pulling a chair close to mine. The way she said it could have me...nt anything. I let it go. I called up her chamber story on my screen and began to read it. The only thing more boring than a civic group meeting is a story about a civic group meeting. I commenced slicing and dicing with my cerebral scalpel. Despite the air-conditioning, I could feel the heat of her warming me. “Why did you cut that?” she said as I defined. Although they both smelt of garlic and onions, James accepted the invitation and tore into them both. Emma was so grateful saying she was rather short on fucks these days and she repeated being so appreciative for the boost to business they’d received from Jimmy the Frog. She went off to clear away tadpoles. On Saturday morning James’ mom was baking, and sent him to the supermarket for backing powder and brown sugar. Some crazy woman shouted, ‘It’s Jimmy the Frog.’ It was one of his mother’s. "Is there a basement?" Robert asked, and I looked up at him and blinked."You know, it's amazing some of the minutia that you come across when studying and that sticks with you. In reference to a basement, yes, there is one. I remember when studying the history of the early United States, and this building's part in it, that there was a footnote remarking that the basement of Independence Hall at one time served as the city's dog pound," I told him with a giggle. "God!" I thought, "I haven't. So I put away some of my work stuff, took off my T-shirt and quickly dropped my pants. I figured she would stop short when she saw me do that quickly but I’d been wearing trunks for underwear just for this occasion so she couldn’t make me go skinny dipping over across the road in front of Dave’s lot.“What the hell haole. You’re pretty funny aren’t you. But GAWD! You are SO white it’s hurting my eyes. We’re gonna take you fishing in the surf tonight, skinny dipping, shining bright, so we can use.