To which she said that if we are going to do something, let’s do it well.I went to the liquor store and bought a full bottle of vodka and a pack of ...cigarettes. I got my beard groomed and went back to my home as I had to get dressed for tonight.I was thinking about the possibilities of the night all this while. I took a nice cold shower. I dried myself and stood in front of the long mirror in my bedroom, naked.Standing 6 feet tall, damp black hair, protruding collar bone, oval-shaped face, broad. .and he had to wear it wherever he went, except during the times Mummiewas bathing him, or cleaning his Bad Thing with baby oil, her long fingerswith their burgundy nails slurping and slipping all over his tortured Bad Thing,as the veins bulged in it with Mummie massaging it, giving him warning glances. "Youare supposed to use this Bad Thing for pee-pee only, just big boys can haveadventures with it, dear." And Bobbie would cry in frustration! But Mummie knew that Bobbie loved to rub his Bad. And devoted to Dad." So maybe you're looking for something you didn't get back then. Well...we'll see."But you mentioned fantasies. You know, our fantasies and realities don'talways jibe. You may try something that's always been a hot fantasy anddiscover that the reality is not fun at all. Not exciting. Maybe evenquite disagreeable. How do you know that this won't be the same? I toldyou that I won't be easy." Well...perhaps we could, er, set something up on a trial basis...."She cut me. Tim suggests one more round. Then they do need to head home for him to make dinner. Abbie asks Phoebe if she has to work this evening, or does she have someone to cover the bar? Phoebe replies that the bar is covered for the evening.Abbie then invites her to join them for dinner too. It would be the four of them, and Phoebe could see the house. All agree it would be a great idea. Phoebe goes to talk with the other bartender and is soon back without her apron, ready to go. She had been.