It was indeed my mother who invented it in the early days of the war in a desperate situation. She later told me the story about it.It happened during... one of the first years of the war, after the orcs had unhealed their armies of goblins, bugbears and other fast breeding races, but before we elves got our thrall armies together. So the battlefields saw fights of few dozen or hundreds of true orcs leading and giving the mage support to armies of thousands or tends of thousands of lesser facing. Get what you want -- it's what we're here for." I moved to discover what Martin and Dolly had run into."We're a couple," the little redhead was saying, "And I'm two months pregnant. That's Tim there..." She pointed at a decent-looking sort. "He doesn't know..." So, what do you want?" I asked, cutting to the chase from behind the couple."A miracle, I guess," the young woman said, lowering her eyes. "I want to go -- and I want to take Tim. She can do that..." Yes, she can," I agreed. Turning to. It was a non-descript car, grey with a red interior. If Bob had ever been in a road accident with the car, all the State Troopers would have found on the scene would have been soda cans, pieces of paper, magazines, and cigar butts strewn for a mile and a half of interstate road. Bob Randall’s gray Olds was, at this moment, parked outside of the Archer Arms apartment complex in a space reserved for the elderly and handicapped. The sign was very specific about this. Bob Randall was not elderly,. " Prove it," she challenged.When he just sat and stared at her, she went on in a softer tone. "Look, Dan, from a sexual standpoint, what is your current persona? I would say that sexually, your identity is as Arlene's husband."Now, that is just fine, given that Arlene could primarily be identified sexually as your wife. As you too well know, she is not your wife sexually in the accepted way. Do I make sense?" Unfortunately, yes," he admitted glumly."The way the women have decided to correct.