"Him! A man with no ambition, and no intellect other than what he wastaught? I could not care less what happens to his mind after it istransferred int...o the body of an uneducated farm girl like you. He will beas entertaining as watching a village idiot attempting to tie his shoes,but you, my dear! Your brilliant mind inhabiting a brain with all hiseducation, now that will be an interesting combination, I assure you!"She was not sure whether to be insulted by Doc's dismissal of herhusband's. There was an excitement in the air and a tension that was hard to define.Finally, Jennifer broke the ice because she knew that their conversation the other morning had only skirted around the real issue. The fact was that she had let her son watch a porno movie and worse yet, she had masturbated with him."Jimmy, can we talk about the other night?" she asked while they were having dinner."I thought we already talked about that mom," Jimmy said, looking down at his food, dreading the coming. Everything was normal. He sat alone, his piercing blue eyes peering out from beneath his light brown hair, a few stray locks poking into his vision as he surveyed the crowd of people. There were a few that interested in, but very few. These were all his fellow students, high school kids who had nothing better to do than gossip during lunch. They were all doing absolutely nothing. Michael sighed and got up, dumping his Styrofoam tray into the trashcan before shouldering his backpack and heading. Twylla led me to a table that was partly set with bowls of peach halves, sliced cherries, whipped cream, and syrups. The table was labeled DESSERTS and had manacles attached for someone’s wrists and ankles—mine, I realized, with a mixture of dread and longing.Twylla looked around. “There should be an appetizer table,” she said.“Van Dyke! Don’t you look sumptuous?” boomed a large-breasted woman with short blonde-gray hair—really short. Like crew cut short. “And THIS is sweet,” she added, looking.