Just turned eight daughter who, by the rumblings coming from the university, might well be in some parallel universe in intellectual capacity. Boy, wa... that a genetic dice roll. Okay, I will bow my head and admit to being of above average intelligence. I'm an engineer, after all. High side of the IQ distribution. But my ex-wife, Terri's mom, she was not noticeably above average, not that I could see. Yet here is our offspring, and my sweet little blond daughter is, as somebody said, scary. ’ She left the office floating on air. I still couldn’t figure out if she and Kendall had an office thing going. Her whole, former situation didn’t add up in my mind, with or without an office fuck. Oh well, can’t worry about that now, I needed to see Beetlesmith before he closed for the day. ****************** Beetlesmith was sitting in his usual spot when I arrived, and I was glad to see he was alone. His face lit up when he saw me, ‘Mr. Henry, my but it’s been awhile since you were last. Janos didn't exist.I closed my eyes again. I knew it was a dream. I knew it. I was going to have to fire the boys; there was no way I was going to be able to look at them the same way. Then again, maybe not. Dreams fade. I'd probably be over it by the time I was released."Izz jews avake?" Someone said. "Open z eyez."German? Did I go to Germany? That would explain how I thought up the twins. I did manage to pry my eyes open. My vision was blurry. And echoed. There did seemed to be two of them.. "That year we were camping with Index Librorum Prohibitorum (Index for short), some Portland folks with a little lending library and a guerrilla storytelling troupe. They would set up in a random public place and tell subversive or obscene folktales-sometimes original stories, sometimes a selection from the nineteenth- century pornographic anthology "Tales from the Beginning," or sometimes something completely improvised.Their library was similarly eclectic. They tried to keep a lively and.