Tongue-tied and clearly embarrassed, she struggled to find words for what she wanted to say. Eventually she blurted out, ‘James, I wanna fuck,’ an...d everyone laughed. ‘We all want to fuck, Connie,’ I said. ‘That’s why we’re here.’ ‘Oh, James, that’s not what I mean. I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow, I’m not cut out for it and it’s boring. I wanna fuck for money, like Gina.’ At this there was a general murmur of assent. I registered it, but it was so unexpected that I had no idea how to react,. Neither did my early attempts at exercising, there were those same dull tones in my ears when my mind was thinking of gloriously reverberating notes to thrill the very souls of all who heard.Once again I found myself seriously questioning my choice of career.Actually I'd started off in a completely different direction. In high school I'd found a talent for math and science, and my parents had—pretty strongly—suggested that I parlay that into something I could do for a living. The idea didn't. "You see Vito?" Billy asked.Pop hesitated a second, then shrugged. "Yeh. I saw him cutting through the dunes coming in this direction." He looked back and forth between Ellen and Billy, then shrugged again as if he had decided to keep his thoughts to himself. His weathered face broke into a slight grin when he saw Sylvia, apparently for the first time. "Why... lookie who's come to visit! Hello, there... honey," he growled playfully.Sylvia merely stared at him as if he were something that had. Of course Beth allows Angel to sit. Angel’s smile back at Allan is more a smirk than a smile. Beth and Angel chat and exchange facts about themselves. Angel is recently divorced. His Spanish accent is light since he has been in this country since he was a teenager. Beth says that she is married. But that her husband is out of town for the week, she lies. As they chat and sip their drinks, Angel boldly puts his hand on Beth’s knee. She pushes his hand away and takes another sip of her virgin.