she feels the eager hands on her thighs , the rush to her fulsome butt , not stopping to wag negatively about any extra pound or blemish or shortcoming of beauty , for his incessant tracking of her : a tracking trail she has scentedcoupling atop the kitchen table , spread-eagle on the living room rug , humped from behind as she hangs onto whatever stout furniture she can grasp , exhausted and dead man : cockless and cockeyed on top of her , under her , around heryeah , home-cooking is also how dalores looks at frank : boil him , bake him , stew himshe will not let a day go by where she doesnt have some recipewhere bertha stopped , taking her womans days to herself , shooing him off , not deigning to recognize his wailing maleness on these days : no hand job , no relief , no cock-a-doodle-do ! there , dalores was : non-and-unstoppable !