a seamstress stood off to the side , holding a spectacular gown that had been completed only minutes ago , and sherry again glanced at the clock . i took hold of her hand , kissing the back of it . after a while , maybe twenty minutes , she stood up again . that flushed her mind clear of the fog that the rock had been weaving through her thoughts . he pressed his fingers into me , curling , searching for that one spot , the one that i called my `` j-spot . '' 