He came in and shut the door. He crossed the room and walked around me, touching my exposed flesh. He stood behind me, put his arms around me and said... “They are sexy, aren’t they?”I grinned, nodded and replied, “I guess we have the same taste in women’s clothes!”His hands cupped my exposed breasts and he kissed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. He guided me over to my bed and laid me down gently. He stared down at me for a moment and said, “I think I should start keeping. My name fled your lips like a confession you've always been waiting to give. It was always inside you, waiting to be coaxed out. And as I keep going, I start to believe it's deeper than flesh, than any fissure to allow us inside. Deeper than nerves, electric and singing, being teased. It made me think of how the tines of a tuning fork vibrate when struck to tune an instrument or to keep time in a watch. It helps to find a specific constant pitch. I'm doing to the same.I'm trying to harmonize. One of them was the little dancer we'd seen, squatting there bare-ass and grinning at me real friendly. And the other was of course what you guesses a long time ago--a real, live, barnyard animal type pig, big as life--also bare-ass, but not nearly as pretty as pig number one.Benton, the frat president, took my arm and led me up to the table to introduce me to the girls."This is Sally," he said, laying a familiar hand on the little blonde's golden ass, and then he spun the table halfway around. I hope this next question doesn't offend you (that's not my intention), but by agreeing not to father your own baby with your wife, and agreeing to allow some other man to do so, does that mean that you see yourself as somehow sexually 'inferior' as a man yourself?A. That gets complicated---but, in one way, yes, I do regard myself as sexually less 'adequate' (I'll use that word for now ) than Omar; and largely because he truly was, and is, sexually superior to me; and so he was the perfect.