You’d almost live with my mother.” Taking a final drag from his smoke, Jim flicked it to the ground and crushed it under his boot. �...Yeah. I don’t think there’s any chick out there worth living with your Ma for, Jim.” He chuckled in agreement. “Hey, man. I gotta get going. I gotta be at work at seven AM.” “Alright. Thanks for the help, man. We’ll have that truck running by the end of the month.” Sean pushed himself off the tarp. Harry now had the body Tinahad fantasised about for years, right down to the ultra longfingernails. Worryingly, he was already wearing makeup, including bloodred lipstick and false eyelashes.'I... I...' Harry started. 'I... LOVE it!' he proclaimed, jubilant withhis new body.'What? What are you talking about Harry? You've turned into a bimbo!'she said, unbelieving.'I don't care! I love who I am, and I'm going to make the most of it!'he said, tearing off his male clothing in disgust.'It's the. Jeff.”“Jeff? Why Jeff?”“It’s ... oh. Damn it! ... It’s my new boyfriend’s name.”“Oh, you already have a new boyfriend?” he asked, eyebrows raised but still smiling, “I had assumed by ‘new’, you meant ‘new’ as in brand spanking new.”“No, this Jeff is not a new boyfriend, er, not my new real boyfriend exactly. He doesn’t actually exist. Oh dear. It’s really complicated ... and I was the one who made my present life so complicated. I feel so stupid about it but it really is all my fault.” She. In fact, Ariosto/Harington must have struck Milton, too – over a century later. For he writes that he’ll relate “A tale in prose ne verse yet sung or sayd” where Paradise Lost claims: “Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.”I read only a little of Canto I – up to Orlando and Renaldo having a “broil” over Angelica. (I had to look that up: “a loud quarrel,” said my dictionary.) But, having gotten up to look for the reference book, I went down the hall for more coffee. And when I got back, I.