for five minutes - or maybe it was fifteen minutes or half an hour , the time passed like time in a dream - owen had just walked around in the rapeloews ' house , doing nothing , but all the time his dingus had been just as hard as a rock , so hard it throbbed like a second heartbeat , and you would think something like that would hurt , but it had n't , it had felt good , and all these years later he recognized that silent wandering for what it had been : foreplay , the fact that he had nothing against the rapeloews , that he in fact liked the rapeloews , somehow made it even better .