Freddy

Stephanie is in her bedroom, among her things, and in her bedroom is James, whom she knows through friends and who has perfect shoulders. Tonight, they found themselves the last two at a party for a friend who is leaving the country to go to Bolivia to raise llamas, or perhaps coffee. They are now in her bedroom, Stephanie and James, because they like each other a great deal, especially tonight, when his shoulders looked truly exceptional. But James is only in Stephanie's city for one more week, after which he will leave for Oregon to live as a forest-fire watchman or something.Together they have no future, but Stephanie badly wants to have sexual intercourse with James. If she does, though, James will bring her total number of sexual partners up to 13, which is, she thinks, too many. Not too many for her - she regrets only two of the men in question, both named Robert, both with too much back-fat - but too many for whomever she finally marries. She can already hear the conversation, a year or five years hence, with the man of her future, whoever he may be - he, too, will have amazing shoulders - when, after much fumbling and guessing and suspecting, they finally agree to exchange information about past partners: numbers, names, locations. And she knows that 13 will seem excessive.She believes that even 12, where she is now, seems too much. But 13 is something else, with other complications. Thirteen is a baker's dozen, and it is this phrase, "baker's dozen", that is the problem. She knows that she will marry a well-adjusted man with a sense of humour, and a man with a sense of humour will hear the number 13 and make a joke involving the phrase "baker's dozen".And though they both will laugh when the fiance utters the phrase, and laugh some more as he conjures the image of actual bakers, in their white outfits and hats and with powdered hands, lining up for a crack at Stephanie - ha ha ho ho! - each will be privately sickened by the image and the phrase at its root, and it will thus be the beginning of a quick unravelling of their love and respect for one another. Which at the moment leaves her no choice, for the sake of her future, than to sleep not only with James, but with whomever becomes handy next weekend, for that will, she realises in a moment of lustful revelation, give her 14, not 13, and for 14 there are no expressions involving bakers, none involving tradesmen of any kind.- Thankyou DAVE EGGERS.Screw the about me section MyGen Profile Generator ..