Getting onto all fours, Robert gingerly crawled over to Victoria's waitingcrotch. The last time he had seen it, he remembered, it hadn't been a pussyb...t a cock. Not it was a pussy again, much the way he remembered it fromtheir marriage, except now it had another man's jizz inside of it."Clean it out," Victoria told him.Sticking his slender tongue through the lips of his ex-wife, Robert began todig in and scoop our small globules of Joel's semen, swallowing it downwhenever there was enough to do. Time has flown by for mesince that fateful night I was caught sneaking in by my mother and thatmemory is as fresh in my mind as if it were yesterday. But I'm not hereto reminisce. I'll leave that to others.I counted to ten slowly, wiping away imaginary dirt from my gown andtaking a breath before I started my walk. As I swayed across thecourtyard to hushed oh's and ah's my mind drifted and I thought about thefirst time I was in front of a crowd and how nervous I was. That contestseems so long. It was a small bus that had seats for 22 people but there were only 12 on the bus and with Matt and one more stop the total number of people on the bus was 15. They stopped at all the famous historical places he read about in the history books. Old Ironsides, North Church, and the Bunker Hill Monument were some of the highlights. They even stopped for a little while at Harvard University.Next morning Matt regretted that he had walked the almost 300 steps to get to the top of the Bunker Hill. On one occasion, we were leaving for downtown, me and my wife, and had to walk to the corner to find a cab. I saw my new neighbor for the first time, standing there next to her husband, a young guy. We said hi, while they looked nice, compared to those people around here who mind their own business, and look reclusive and reserved, most of them half-breed, Creoles with bad manners. There are whites in this colony too. As they saw us walking past their house it seemed strange they were.