Sorrenson was getting married.  He'd been in love since he got his apartment and filled it with French literature that wasn't in translation and therefore he couldn't read them.  But his fiance could.  She read to him with her legs open and her nightie on.  She looked like his grandmother and then his next wife.  Her hair was the best hair he'd ever seen on a woman and when he was a boy, he obsessed over women's hair.  Joanne was the greatest woman he had ever met and they had sex.  His experience from his first marriage was that love was instantly killed by marriage.  But he was sure that things would be different with Joanne.  She had the world's greatest ass.  It looked like a bubble.  He treated it like a person, going so far as to draw on it with his nails.  He sung to her bum, and talked to it, the way that people were supposed to talk to plants.  "Maybe it'll grow bigger," he sighed.  He looked at her pussy up her nightie and sighed too.  He ate danishes while he watched her genitals that couldn't be less performing.  "I guess that's what they mean by stars that don't do anything anymore," Sorrenson said.  Joanne closes her legs and sits on the floor.  "I always thought that TM was the best way to stay a virgin," Joanne said.  "My mother thought so too.  When I got a boyfriend, she started getting me into TM.  Omm!  Omm!"  Sorrenson rolls on the floor, with his arms over his head.  "Let's fuck," he said.  "Omm!" Joanne said.  She closed her eyes.