he was quite right. then Tanya came out and sat on MY lap. NO! NO! TANYA! IT'S THE OTHER MAN'S TURN! YOU JUST FINISHED FUCKING THAT ONE!" she didn't seem to hear. and it was strange, even for a FUCK MACHINE, because, really, I had never been a very good lover. do you love me?" she asked. yes." "I love you. and I am so happy. and- I'm not supposed to be alive. you know that, don't you?" "god damn it!" screamed the old man, "this FUCKING MA- CHINE!" he walked over to this varnished box with the word TANYA printed on the side. there were these little wires sprouting out of it; there were dials, and needles that quivered, and many colors, lights that blinked on and off, things that ticked-Von B. was the craziest pimp I had ever met, he kept playing with the dials, then he looked at Tanya: "25 YEARS! damn near a lifetime to build you! I even had to hide you from HITLER! and now- you try to turn into a mere and ordinary bitch!" "I'm not 25," said Tanya, "I'm 24." "you see? you see? just like a common bitch!" he went back to his dials. you've put on a different shade of lipstick," I said to Tanya.