I couldn't tell if she was more aroused or disgusted by the idea.We were supposed to be trying for a baby awhile back. But I guess that just hasn't wo...rked out, what with our new living arrangement...My fiancee's attention is transfixed on something. She's got a look of horror on her face.As I look from her bright blue eyes to the window where she's staring, I grow horrified too. Staring right back at us is a man in the full-room window of a decrepit house. He's about my age, but he's got. . of his partsALLAnd if youknew him like meI know you’d agreeAPRILWhat if the worldSlandered my name?NANCYWhy, he’d be right thereTaking the blameJUNEHe loves me soAnd it all suits me fineMARYThat funny, sunny, honeyHubby of mine!NANCYHe loves me soThat funny honey of mine!MARYHe loves me soThat funny honey, of mine!JUNELord knowsHe ain’t got the smartsAPRILNow he’s shot of his trapI can’t stand that SapALLLook at him gorattin’ on meWith just one moreBrainWhat a half-witHe’d beAPRILIf they. In one,she lay back on the bed, legs apart with a trickle of blood spreadinginto a stain on the sheet, but she was asleep, with a pained expressionon her face. In the other, the subject - the young Philomena, as shesaid - stood with one leg up on the side of an old-fashioned free-standing bath, already filled and foaming, and the subject was examiningherself, catching the blood in a linen handkerchief. When I first sawthem, I didn't understand, but after my first few periods, I did,. .." I blew some of the bubbles around and then stopped. "You're not thinking of getting in, are you?" Blaine pulled hair into a ponytail and then twisted that up into a bun. "Why shouldn't I? You're taking ages." she gave me another smile, and I couldn't bring myself to protest. She looked so lovely with all that red hair framing her face. Thinking about it made me remember a time when I was younger and tried to dye mine to match hers. It would have been perfect...if I had known what the hell.