The Pain Of Not Knowing What To

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.

This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

Jenny, If You're So Con­vinced I'm A Loser, Why Did You Bull­doze Me Into Buy­ing You Cof­fee?' She Looked Me Straight In The Eye And Smiled. 'i Like Your Body,' She Said.

But What Does He Do To Qualify As A Sonovabitch?” Jenny Asked. “make Me”, I Replied. “beg Pardon?” “make Me”, I Repeated. Her Eyes Widened Like Saucers. “you Mean Like Incest?” She Asked. “don’t Give Me Your Family Problems, Jen. I Have Enough Of My Own.” “like What, Oliver?” She Asked, “like Just What Is It He Makes You Do?” “the ‘right Things’”, I Said. “what’s Wrong With The ‘right Things’?” She Asked, Delighting In The Apparent Paradox.

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.