"That's why that happened. It wasn't the booze, Bob. You had a chance to take advantage of me and you didn't. It just confirmed in my mind what I've k...nown for years - you're a good man and I like you a lot, Bob." So what do we do?" I asked.She walked on for a few steps, silently. "What you said the other day ... about loving more than one person at the same time ... keeps running through my mind. I love my daughter. And I also know what it feels like to be in love with a man. I didn't think I'd. "Oh Jesus! You're a filly today, not a stallion! Go in the bathroom andtake care of that silly thing! If you're not back here in two minutesI'm going shopping, instead."Rather than induce performance anxiety, her commanding tone of voice,that stuff about being a filly, and the two-minute time limit, allworked in my favour. Her dialog just served to arouse me even more, andtwo minutes was twice the time I needed.When I returned to the bedroom the second time I was flaccid. Lookingat my dead. Tar pacha o amar duangul beye jouno rosh jhorte laglo.Amar nijer o birjopat korar upokrom holo.Ami oke jiggesh korlam,”darling,misti doita tumar khudharto gude naki mukhe dharbo?”She uttor dilo,”Apnar ichcha.Tobe guder khuda to apni angul diye mitiyechen,ebar mukhe den jotor jala metai.”Bole hashlo.”Obossho gude dhele jodi apni amake apnar bachchar ma banate chan to sheta alada kotha.”She tar kothay jug korlo.Ami sofay ute tar buker dupashe du pa diye nunuta or mukhe diye chudte laglam.She. He went around the small breakfast nook and opened the refrigerator and took the full pitcher from it, poured her glass full to the brim, did the same with his own, then handed hers to her. He kissed her lightly, just brushing her lips with his. "Marily, we have everyone here this week, which makes it a little crowded, so I volunteered your house. I felt that you might be more at ease there so thirty is your bedroom. O.K.?" Peter, I... can't. I mean... I was just going home now. I... I don't.