"Meanwhile, Walt kept fine-tuning the tandem bicycle. Hardly a day passedwhen he didn't offer an update on his progress, even when progress meantredoi...g some part he'd done, seemingly to his satisfaction, three timesalready. The bicycle was close to being finished, just one or twoimprovements away, for so long now that Marcia, laughing, couldn't helpbut point out that those improvements would no doubt need to be furtherimproved the next day, ad infinitum. Date of projected completion: theday. I felt like a parent asking his teenage daughter how her day was.It was tedious."Sarah, look at me and speak up, I can't hear you."Sarah raised her head, causing red tresses to fall neatly around her face, haloing her pale perfection in a beautiful sea of auburn."I'm model," she said simply.I nodded, still busy scrubbing dishes."I can imagine that, I'm sure you know that you are a very beautiful girl."Sarah surprised me by blushing a deep shade of pink ... in my experience pretty girls don't. She thanked me, but declined. We then went into the living room and sat down across from each other. She seemed nervous, maybe even scared, just looking at the floor. What could this be about? I was trying to think of something to say when she finally broke the silence."What if I told you, there was a monster living inside of me?"Of all the things she could have said, that was one I never considered. I swallowed hard, struggling to respond. Finally, I was able to come up with a two word. ---- Mr. Grumpy pants and come downstairs. i got a surprise for you." i chuckled and followed her as she led me downstairs into the basement. it was a decent size room that smelled of cigars and liquor, with cheap blue carpet and a few shaggy rugs. on the walls hung posters, beer signs, a score sheet, and all of it surrounded by a weird, almost faded, green wallpaper. there was a recliner and a love seat surrounding a television with a pool table off to the side. she pushed me down on the small.