She thinks: "Well, it's not that daddy was a looker all those years ago. Could be an okay gig. At least I won't choke on him."

He thinks: "Oh, I just knew there was a connection all along. I covered open sores with a glove so I won't give her anything. What could stop us now?"

And then they stood there for a while, bitch tits on whore tits, before going on about their business. They might have had a chance together, but never acted on it. With this feeling of uncertainty they passed out that evening, forever alone.