. more of a basketball knuckle bump ... but I got the picture."There's a bed side urinal ... sandwiches on the bed ... water. It would have been bette...r if you had agreed to stay put on your own ... you could shit in the head ... now ... if you have to go..." Sally faded that sentence perfectly as the pair of women walked off the boat.I didn't have to go before she said that ... now? I'm in trouble. I hollered out the port, "I'll be good!" We'll see," said Grace ... but they kept walking. Pretty. You hate that I can read off your expressions to tell what's really going on in that secretive, closed off mind of yours. But I think most of all you hate that I know just how to make you forgive my sorry ass." He reached forward and flicked her earlobe with a grin, and just like that it was as if no time had passed between them, like he was the same mischievous and boyish friend who she couldn't bear to be angry with."Fuckin' chip-head," Jane tried hard to keep from smiling, but she knew it. Identical twins, her "running" buddies even though she was now a wheel. She'd met them over two years ago in the first race she'd done in a chair. Since then they had routinely encountered one another at races, but never elsewhere -- they didn't actually train together -- more 'racing acquaintances' than running buddies. Abe and Bob -- Abe being (of course) forty minutes the elder. Nicknamed (also of course) Alpha and Beta. Tall blonds, very Scandinavian, she could tell them apart only because. As was my older brother. And as, for that matter, is my son. Because the only purpose of life that can withstand scientific inquiry seems to be to pass one’s DNA to the next generation, I have passed on mine though a contractual agreement for artificial insemination with a woman who has never laid eyes on me. She seems to be a nice person and a good mother. She has married since our transaction and now teaches elementary school in Madison, Wisconsin. Each January she sends an annual report,.