As Cari glanced around, the black-haired woman came pushing through the kitchen door. In her hands was a replenished tray, complete with wine, cheese,... and crackers. "I thought you three might need a bit more wine."She placed the tray on the floor and sat down beside it, handing Cari a glass. "I know you need it. Take a slow sip. It'll help you pull yourself back together."Nodding, Cari accepted the wine and sipped. It did help. She took a deeper drink, while Chance and Barry managed to rise to. This is just a backup plan. In case what 'everybody says' turns out to be wrong." Fair enough," I said. "I haven't made out in the back of a car for a long time now, but I suppose it'll come back to me." It will. I guarantee it."At the laboratories, I checked on my little machines, made a few more notes and set them ticking away on some new problems. I'd managed to catch some of my semen as it dripped out of Sue's ass. The sperm looked pretty dead, but I set some of the machines to analyse them. Me: wow. That's a really long time. How many wives have you had.Bull: I stopped keeping track after about 100.Me:holy crap! If you had to guess, how many would you estimate?Bull: somewhere between 500 and 1,000.Me: you must be pretty good to have numbers that high. Bull: I like to think so. I'm always evaluating and changing my repertoire. I almost always get second invites, though I don't always accept.Me: what would make you not accept another date? is it looks or performance?Bul: Neither. It. Good night Lucy.- Wait Chloe. I’d like to talk to you about something.- Sure.- So, how long have you been dating my brother?- It’ll be five year in September. Why?- And he still hasn’t proposed to you?- No. But we never talked about marriage. And, well, I don’t think I’m ready to be a wife.- Really… Or is it that you won’t marry someone you’re not in love with.- What are you talking about, Lucy? Of course I love him; I would have broken up if I didn’t.- Maybe you still haven’t broken up with.