"My busy beaver. Don't you ever do anything like a normal person?"He shrugged and I had to laugh again. I don't think he was brushing off my question;...he genuinely didn't know the answer. I doubted he could pass even a multiple-choice test on what normal people do."We could have dinner out or order in, you know," I said. "We're not exactly impoverished." I know. I just wanted to be prepared." Obsessive," I said."Potayto, potahto." Let's call the whole thing off," I sang.Jeff just laughed.I. No body, no orgasms. Bummer.One day I was in a bar pleasuring a man who was masturbating when I saw a man slip something into his date's drink. I felt the world spin around me. I felt as though I was filled with fire. I hated him. I hated him more than I could ever remember hating anything. I sucked more furiously on the cock I was haunting and the man attached to it began to moan and writhe, but I couldn't focus on him, not when the guy at the bar was trying to make his move on an innocent. I cooked and cleaned.When I came in the next morning Gonzalez was just finishing the conversion to propane. Propane is safer in confined and inadequately ventilated quarters.“Gonzalez!”“Sí, Patrón.”“Good man!”“Sí, Patrón.”The entire shop broke out into laughter.Now ... about this Patrón. In the normal course of events, a woman boss was MARRIED to the boss ... she would be the “Patróness.”“Patróness.” ... a diminutive, a deliberate belittling of a female. But I wasn’t married ... wasn’t planing. As he did so, Dusty's eyes flew open and a small scream came from her mouth. Tears flowed from her eyes, and Bob held motionless, allowing her some time to become accustomed to his presence inside her. After nearly a minute, she opened her eyes again, telling him that it was okay to continue. Slowly he pushed into her further. There is no way to adequately describe his feelings; he was separating flesh that had been together for thirteen years and expanding it to become a tube ten times its.