" She hurried away to where her friend sat, while I sat down to change my shoes.A few minutes later we headed out to Wisconsin Avenue together, both w...aring our street shoes now. Outside the ballroom I paused. "If you don't mind, I'd like to put my backpack in the car before we go up to the restaurant." Sure," she said. "Is it back there?" She gestured at the parking lot behind the NationsBank, next to the building that housed the ballroom."Yeah, it'll just take a moment."Just then the last few. " Well, since we're on the subject of names... " my dad said looking at my mom."Oh, all right," my mom said with a fake sound of impatience. Then she smiled at him before looking at me and saying, "Tim, your father and I wanted to know if you were going to change your name." Change my name? Oh... You mean from Brandton to Grodmen. Well, to tell you the truth, I have thought about it a little, but I'm kind of used to be a Brandton, you know? I guess I can change it if you want me to though... ". . drunk?”“Yes. No. It’s different than that. I’m still feeling connected. I’m not completely certain what is real and what isn’t. I look around and see my study at home and then I blink my eyes and see the hospital. You ... were a little drunk when you ate a nut, too,” she said.“I didn’t think of it exactly that way, but I knew about vision quests.”“How?”“I ... Karen? I was ... on a vision quest when I came here. It was...” he squeezed his eyes closed trying to recall this remnant from his past. He was pulling me into his pummeling thrusts, lifting me off the bed to fuck me deeper. I was being thrown all over the bed."I sweat on the life of Steven William Bradford, I will never breed." Again I couldn't help conjure my father's face again, which must have been Stuart's goal. His cold eyes gazing in disapproval behind his glasses, his brow furrowed in disapproval, disgust, amused contempt? "Swear on the souls of all your ancestors, swear on the Bradford family line that it ends with.