"Liz rolled on top of me, kissing my neck. I was still somewhere else, lost in thought processes but she was straddling me. When she began to undress, like most men, my higher brain functions ceased. All of my resources were diverted to physical and visual stimuli. Next thing I knew, we're having sex. I knew the situation was off or at least I should have thought it was off. My suit for the funeral was hanging in the corner. My mother died not thirty feet from where I was. I was having sex with the passing girl. We were making noise to drown out the sounds of pain."