You know, gray-faced men wearing bowlers, carrying umbrellas and briefcases down to The Tube, riding with stoic faces out to anonymous red brick house... in towns with names like Last Farthing and Clinched Buttock, all quiet and orderly and pleasant. So sorry, Mr Yeats. Things fell apart. The center did not hold. When I first arrived in London and turned into the marina, I saw a Hooters and instinctively ducked. Fortunately, however, I was assigned a space well away from that august. “With her heart”, she continued. “But she is a cultivator and your proposal was too sudden. For this commitment, she can agree in advance, though it’s inappropriate, but to follow through she must dispel even the tiniest doubt”. She shook her head with a sigh. “Perhaps, if you were a bit more romantic, then she would have been a bit more mentally prepared. Alas, you are not better than my Kartion and she is just as poor as me”.“Tsk!” Zax stood up and rubbed his bottom from the dirt, signing to. Amy cooed as the warm water glided gently across her face. The water glistened all over her body like the sun hitting a reflecting pool. The sound of the door closing brought her out of her trance. ‘Honey?’ No answer. She looked behind her as a figure stepped into the shower with her. The familiar face of her husband was slowly brought into the light. ‘You scared me,’ she said while she playfully slapped him on the chest. ‘You gotta quit doing that.’ ‘Sorry. I can’t help myself. You’re just so. I could tell she was trying to work her way around to telling me why she asked about my history with women. “I asked because I figured … well … we know each other really well … and we love each other a lot … and … we are both virgins … and alone … and well…” Her face flushed and she turned away from me, embarrassed. I looked at my little sister, my mind jumbled, my head fighting for the blood my brain needed to make decisions. I squeezed her closer and brought my left hand around to her chin. I.