HIM: _[looking through a magazine, close to a window on a summer storm; the chandelier clinks lightly]_ It was on a night just like this that I lost my virginity. You can really hear yourself think, on a night like this. This is the science of god, exposed, arch-backed, taut-breasted, bated, and ready. This storm is gonna deliver. PORN: That’s good. _HIM’s head swivels around; he’s caught out of his philosophical swagger. But he realizes at once, she was talking to ME._ That’s a good little shit boy. _[purring]_ Yesssss.... Lick it all up, little shit face. Lick it up for mama. Yes, baby. _ME explodes._ _HIM looks through a magazine._ _NEWS flickers into view, turns into smoke, disappears._