Oh Stanley. He was sweet but insubstantial, like boardwalk candy-floss. It amuses me to let him wallow in this fantasy of me...to watch his marriage unravel in its pursuit. I am reduced to vicarious transgressions now; this city has indulged every taste every taste I care to imagine. The lure of the flesh is dead for me. I have done it all, and had it done. Always, the numbness returns.