Remembering it vividly now, Eve could still feel the scalding tears blurring her eyes. Yet, even with the rage that'd been nearly consuming her, the thought of losing him had suddenly swept away all of the ego and pride she had ever known, or shown, with any of the multitude of men in her life. God, mean and heartless young animal that he was, she needed him! He did something for her, however warped and perverted it might be…!

"Please, Bo-Bo darling?" she'd pleaded, realizing now that she had never even learned his real name. "I-I'm sorry if I said… or did anything to make you angry…!" She had reached out for his hand which he casually drew out of her reach. "Don't leave me? Eve needs you, baby-doll. She loves you! My God, lover, who is she going to bathe and sweeten all up? Who is going to explain to her what the whole world is all about, and… and why there's no future less we have complete revolution…?"

"Oh, slip down off that dung-pile, lady," he'd disgustedly threw at her. "You got problems all right, and you need help about as much as any chick I've ever crawled on. The way I see it, for what it's worth, you've lived sixty years in your thirty, fucked and sucked… yeah, done it all until there's no more kicks left in the bag for you. My old man used to say that was what the movies did to its people, and I can see it in you… probably the only piece of truth he ever spoke. You're strung-out, babe, unraveled because you've drained your pot of sex. Now, you're leaning to the weirdo bag, else why should a cunt with all your beauty and loot want to jump into a lion's cage for a bang?"

"P-Please, Bo-Bo… I'll do anything you want… buy you a new Jag like you were talking about last night? Honest! We'll go down today an…!"

He'd pushed her away when she'd started to move toward him, trying to encircle him inside her arms. "Fuck off, lady! Take up knitting, or buy yourself a dog! This man's got itchy feet and new pussies to conquer!" He'd opened the door and stepped outside then, the outline of his muscular, young body in its faded jeans, T-shirt… rags, wavering in her tear brimmed eyes.