I knew that an apology to Jan was probably in order, and I gave some thought to stopping to pick up some flowers on the way home, a kind of peace offe...ring to my beautiful wife. But, for the moment, I was stuck staring out through the windshield, watching the mass of humanity trying to get out of the sweltering city as quickly as possible.I was pretty much lost in thought, and feeling sorry for myself, when the cell phone rang. It was Jan. “Hi, babe,” I answered.“Where are you? Have you left. She was wearing a black T-shirt, sandals with no socks, and her dirty blonde hair was down just past her shoulders. She knocked on the door, and it was immediately answered by Ryan, as if he had been watching for her and had rushed to meet her. He was shirtless, wearing only casual plaid pants, and she found herself catching her breath at the sight of his muscular upper body. “Hi!” she said, her breathing noticeably deepened as she stepped inside. He looked at her, saying nothing. He grabbed. .. and been wounded like Dr. Watson and Quatermain. But I'm not a fictional hero. So I need a way to moor myself. And I want you to help me." I wouldn't know what to do. I don't even know who some of those people are. And in many ways you are a hero." What do you mean?" Well, what's a hero? Certainly not Superman or one of those cartoon folks. They're not real in any way. They're fantasy. Quatermain was a hunter who went on an expedition that was written about — he didn't go looking for. Everybody was bareback. What a great movie. I spilled a lot of my seed to that movie over the years."Yeah, that's a pretty good movie, although I haven't seen it in years," I said to her with a matter-of-fact tone. "The gay movies are all left over from our old video store. There's probably a lot of dust on them." I could have said that it was an awesome fucking movie and I wish that I could have been in it, but I didn't. "Put that one on."She put the movie in the DVD player. "You watch. I have.