I lifted my own black coffee and sipped it and took my time as I dropped a small lump of unprocessed sugar into it before stirring it thoroughly. “T...ll me, what’s riding on this decision because at the moment I simply can’t decide?” I asked.Her tongue flicked out between her lips and cleaned the thin line of cream from her upper lip. She took a couple of seconds before responding, “Let’s say… the level of enjoyment in doing your laundry,” she paused and I could see her mulling over a thought. But dammit, lie-detectors aren’t perfect, they can be beat.”“By pathological liars,” I remind him. “Or by head cases who are so delusional they don’t even know they’re lying. Which category do we fit?”“There are stories about people who practice at it, who have yoga training—”“Oh, come on, Irving,” I cut him off.“But the whole thing’s impossible!” he explodes. “It can’t be true.”“Why?” I demand. “Because nobody’s documented it before? Because maybe it never happened before? This is life,. "Jennifer, Tom is a good boy; but if you do what you just did to him again anytime soon... no one's that good."Jenny looked at me again, smiled. "I'm sorry, Tom." Twice more," I said with a laugh. "You could probably do that twice more." I paused for dramatic effect, "I really am good."Next thing I knew, I was being pummeled by pillows. Mom poked her head in the room a few minutes later to calm the commotion and get us moving towards getting ready for school.School is school; what can I say? It. He exhaled a few times, drinking in the sight of her, watching as her chest heaved up and down."A front-clasp bra, you must have been ready for someone."Sarah sat, ashamed of her body. For so long it got her whatever she wanted from all kinds of men...now it felt like a curse. She looked down, making sure not to meet his eyes."Everything in the world tells me how wrong this is," he said, "and I don't care."He placed his hands on her tummy, just above her pelvis, and rubbed it lovingly."I go my.