”I didn’t respond.“We really should have washed these earlier.”“God f--ing dammit, Sarah! F-- you! F-- you!” She’d taken something I’d... said out of context and refused to acknowledge it. My heart was beating, I’m sure I was red in the face. Not only that, she’d persisted in something that just wasn’t that important and wasn’t really true, in my view. The goddam dishes could have gone in the dishwasher, end of story. Instead, she had to make a big deal about it and act put-upon because we (I). But I probably should have asked you about your desires before making such an intimate design decision with your body." Oh, I don't mind. I'm your wife. I've gifted you my body; it belongs to you. And you're right; I won't miss my periods. Both of us are not ready for parenthood yet either. This is a perfect form of birth control! Bravo... Body design decisions... Robert, could we design ourselves with different forms, run a program where we are birds or dolphins or something?" Yes. We could.". ”“Why?”“Well, it’s supposed to hurt, for one thing.”“You remember what I told you…”“Yeah, I know, that it hurt because the boys are toostupid to take things slow. It makes a lot of sense.”“How far have you gone?”Lannie wasn’t really embarrassed at this conversation.After all, she and her mother were so close in age thatthey often acted more like sisters than mother anddaughter. A lot of people who saw them. He would ask her to hand him tools. She would bend over, a little too long, and show him her ass as she reached into his toolbox. After a long silence I peeked into the kitchen and they were kissing.Not long after that Mom was sitting on the patio having cocktails with Ken and Sachiko. I was probably 16 at the time, nearly full-grown, 5'10", skinny but strong. Mom and I had been sleeping together every night for two weeks. I wasn't involved in their conversation but, after a while, Mom and Ken.