.." Margo?" Margo is my roommate and my lover. You've no doubt heard of Margo Morgenstern. She's a free-lance columnist."I shook my head and drew Eric...a's look of indignation. "Don't you read anything?"I responded with a shrug. "I've never heard of Margo Morgenstern." Never mind, the reason I need a make-believe boyfriend is to combat harassment from one individual who is giving me shit about being gay. It could get rough." Sounds like fun," I said."It's a female." Oh," I said, relieved that I. She held her trembling hands in front of her as he slowly removed the gloves, revealing her fair skin and her manicured red nails. Submitting to him. Allowing him to move ever so gently within her being. Placing both of his hands within her cascading hair and releasing the sheer scarf that hours before she had taken time to arrange, he removed it ever so delicately. With a wry smile, he allowed his fingers to explore her locks as his face leaned in to smell her scent. He inhaled her fragrance. ’ I cast my eye over a woman of about 60. ‘Her colour sense explains why she took up sculpture rather than the noble art of painting, no?’ ‘I suspect her intention was to convey the meaning of “Reflection” as in thought rather than anything else.’ ‘You never fail, College, you are a light in my darkness. What do you think of the piece?’ ‘I think it’s bollocks.’ ‘Not just a pretty face, are you? Now I shall take you home and give you what is known in our family as a good rogering.’ And she. After the biggest of the extraterrestrial impacts four years later and as the planet settled and recovered it became somewhat boring in Felicity. Eating and sex reigned supreme. Thanks to the chicken soup potion no one was getting fat and no one was getting much older. Clara’s Aunt Wendy still looked and felt like she was in her late forties but she was soon to be eighty years old. Clara’s Mom Mo looked and felt even younger than the eleven months between her and her sister. Her partner Marie.