The Wilder family’s station wagon was parked on the side of the road, and Howard took a knee by the passenger-side wheel. “Yep,” he said. “Def...nitely a flat.”“Howard, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” his wife Donna said, leaning her head out the window.“Forget that,” said Jane, their younger daughter, who leaned against the hood of the car on the driver’s side. “If we were in the middle, at least we’d have some idea where we are.” Typical teenage sass. Howard told himself that he’d become jaded. Take you, for instance. How likely are you to approve of your daughter being part of a harem?"That made him pause. "But you're different." You've made my point."About a week later, on a Friday, Gayle called me, after supper, and asked if I could come over to her house.When I came over, waiting, in the kitchen, was both Gayle and Gretchen, her twin sister and Bea's mother. Seeing the glint in their eyes, I knew what was coming. Seeing the two together, alone, I had a different perspective on. One evening after reading yet another pompous art critic lambaste his works, Dougray came to the inevitable conclusion that perhaps the true purpose of his art was to provoke a response no matter how visceral or mean-spirited. Maybe, he thought drunkenly, he was more provocateur than painter. An early winter’s night wrapped San Francisco in its brisk, crystalline embrace. Earlier that day, a light and cleansing rain had fallen, dampening the streets but not the spirits of the people who lived. She lit the candles, put a CD in the player and pulled down the blinds. Then she stood by the bed and called out "come on up". A few seconds later Jenny entered the room and walked straight to Sue. Both girls stood facing each other as some new age music began to play.Sue reached behind Jenny's head pulling it forward and began to hungrily kiss Jenny's mouth while holding her head tight. Jenny responded by placing her hands on Sue's butt and giving each cheek a good squeeze. They kissed for.