“What’s an Ashram?” he asked, blankly. Misunderstanding my hesitation, his face lit up in comprehension. Winking slyly, he asked, “Is it a place you go to smoke weed and have lots of sex?”

“Wine?" I asked, ready to order."I’d rather have Sex on the Beach." He winked at me with a devilish grin.”

“Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.”

“What’s going on” she asked.“You been in on it the whole time, Roc, you know what’s going on,” he answered.”

“The fork was invented sometime in the fifteenth century, I believe.”“Really?” she asked. “Were you there?”His features blank, he looked up and asked, “What, for the invention of the fork or the fifteenth century?”

“Are you going to do it?" he asked. "Maybe," I said.Don't 'maybe' me, baby. It's written all over you. I'd almost be willing to go along, you know. Of all my relations, I like sex the best and Eric the least."I lit a cigarette, while I considered.”