"I ignored her and moved aside the fabric of the panty. Then I began rubbingmy finger against her bare skin, paying special attention to her clitoris...Her hips began to move to match the motion of my fingers. She was justmaking vague sounds now, rather than speaking words."I said, do you want me to stop?" Stop -- stop -- ohh! -- no, don't stop -- don't stop!"I plunged my fingers into her, caressing the tissues of her female core.Then I pulled them out. Her hips rose as if trying to keep me. It should help reinvigorate yoursexual desires for one another. Just put on the headphones before goingto sleep and take them off when you wake up. Are you willing to give thisa try?" It couldn't make things any worse," Jim said."Sure, we'll give it a shot," Carrie agreed.Ben pulled two MP3s out of a drawer, gave one to Jim and one to Carrie."Like I said, just listen to these while you sleep and you'll notice anincrease in your sexual appetite in no time."Jim and Carrie arrived home made. She also left a big hole in the house, taking all that was hers and half of my things. All of that left me pretty lost all winter. Friday night about six months later, the boss stopped me and said they were closing my section and I would be out of a job in thirty days. I only have a two-year degree in business and I wasn’t high up the ladder, so there was no severance package to speak of. It took me most of those thirty days to get my act together and plan my future. I had inherited a very nice. Were always throwing a party. The brothers were nothing if not consistent. And he’d sat there in the smoky room watching all those people. Like he was watching a movie. He’d watched the college kids and he’d watched the townies. They were dancing he’d decided. Not dancing, but dancing: an interaction, a way of relating. He’d sat there with his beer in one hand and his cigarette in the other. Whatever he’d taken from Joel earlier in the night had left him a visitor in his own flesh. Emotionless.