"Oh god, Mom! Is Bobby... there... with you?"As Sammy stared into her eyes, her mother's face seemed to melt away, to be replaced by an image of a lar...e boulder, surrounded by trees. The view was from below the boulder, and it appeared larger than any other rocks visible on the hill."Look here," her mother's voice said softly. The view faded, and her mother's face returned. "And Sammy... check on Julie before you go help look for him."Sammy's mind reeled, trying to absorb what her mother was. "Maybe Maya fucks other guys because Tom's some sort of wimp, but I just can't believe the other women who live here do the same thing." Tom's no wimp, babe," Jess said. "He's all man and he's hung pretty big -- bigger than you -- but he's not even close to Jethro. He's 12 inches long and beer can thick." How would you know?" I asked, my mouth dry as cotton."Because, sweetie, I measured him myself," Jess replied.I sat, unable to say a word. Jess giggled and kissed me. "Come on, babe," she said,. “I didn’t?” the snotling asks, taking the cigar from his mouth. “Huh. Well maybe I did and just didn’t hear it.” George shakes his head. “Well, it’s Genzo.”“Genzo?”“Yeah, you got a fucking hearing problem?” Genzo asks. “I know you don’t ask enough questions, but damn...”“I ask plenty of questions,” George retorts. “It’s you that don’t give the right answers. And what the fuck kid of name is Genzo?”“No Georgie-boy, it’s you that don’t ask the right questions to get the right answers,” Genzo. She was still pissed. “But you pushed me into the arms of another man! How could you think that I could be unfaithful to you?”Here was an argument I couldn’t win. A woman can maneuver herself to the right side of any discussion about a relationship and the man has no idea how she does it. One minute you’re a totally innocent bystander, the next minute you’re an axe murderer. How does she pull that off? You end up apologizing for her wanting to be unfaithful. I said, “I’m sorry, Donnie. Please.