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A thunder blast accompanied by lightening emanating from a dark cloud inside eyes were his wife's penetrating words.

"What are you doing? That's your flesh and blood! What are you doing animal - visitor of sheep pens? Farmer that you should have been while eating mangoes!"

Tina laughed at her mother's joke.

He peed out of his nose and defecated from his mouth as he stammered looking as awkward as the fearless American Mohawk Indian had when falling from the thirtieth floor from the building, where King Kong died attempting to save mankind from its inner weapons of self-destruction, while working just forty feet away from him that very day when the sky was overcast.

"What? What? The body falling from the sky? That was only a damn accident! Accidents happen you know!"

The thunder and lightening continued forcing him to slam his glass to the floor to shatter into many pieces that became clouds resembling phallic-shaped icebergs. He was holding onto one as a little girl named Tina, beginning to show breasts with a "behind" that was taking on a sensuous shape, took a seat way high up onto his lap. She squirmed delicately; moving back and forth as she reached for real or imaginary objects. He laughed trying very hard to convince himself his daughter was only two years old but all at once she was the fifteen year old girl he had touched at supper. A Tina who was bestowed with the reputation of being the "knockout" of the whole huge area once known, when Poe married to his sister-cousin roamed the area trying to rid himself of the demons tormenting him, as Fordham Village ... the father had gone to get the fifteen year old Tina - holed up in an apartment near Mount Carmel Church whose stairs had embraced the blood of ten fascists after being shot out of their pretense of believing in love died killed by machine gun bullets from those of a like that would do in the dictator that wanted to bring back ancient Rome in all its glory but without its belief in a human dignity - with gun in hand to wrestle her back from a bum who would become a future world's boxing champion and had carried her in his arms like a baby all the way back home .... Then of a sudden, she became older than he and without thinking he grabbed her ass as she at the very same time was touching him; holding him in both her hands; moving them like an elevator climbing to the sky. He wrestled the girl-woman gently and lovingly to the concrete slab that was glowing inside a deep purple heat the size of a large red-purple flame ....

He always awoke from this recurring dream before he landed from the fortieth floor.

He threw the empty bottle of wine to the floor creating more icebergs before leaving to go for a few drinks down at the bar next to the house that Ruth built; deciding he would spend a few days with the pretty bar hostess and go to work from her place to live in the sky of copulating clouds once again.