She told me she had wanted to, but it hadn’t happened. Neither of us ever mentioned Daniel’s paternity; it was like a membrane in any conversation... not to be pierced.And we did talk; when my wife wasn’t around, Joanne and I would always share a little time, sometimes serious, sometimes joking. Back when we were lovers, we hadn’t ever communicated much.Her husband had left her. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had suspected the truth about Daniel.I was 27, Joanne was 41.She still looked good.I. Carl JungHalGetting off the bus at Port Authority, I decided to carry my bag -- it had only a few toiletries, and a change of underwear and shirts. Walking towards Times Square, an amazing variety of women strolled, or more often, lounged. While I have nothing against sprayed-on stretch pants on the right figure, I quickly passed those who looked more as if they were sausages stuck into casings, not comfortably. Again, while I can enjoy lingerie, it doesn’t feel right on the street, although it. After all for a boy like me, how many humiliating verbal slaps in the face are you expected to take before you stop trying, before you take yourself out of circulation? In my case it was about twelve before I gave in and stopped making any effort to socialize outside of my family.So what do I in the meantime? I go about my daily life that's what. I go to school, do my homework and when that's done I read those magazines (look at the pictures?) and books and watch the occasional pornographic. I took the stairs three at a time, scoop up my shoes and bolted out the door just as I heard footsteps approaching the stairs down to Natalie's room. The screen door slammed behind me and out the alley gate I went.***I was breathing hard from the panic I had felt and from the adrenaline coursing through me. With a jittery hand, I opened my car door and slide inside. A quick glance at the clock told me it was 11:30. Holy shit! It was already 11:30! Time flies when you’re fucking two hot,.