“But, Opal’s living in Iowa these days where it’s sixteen and she’s just as likely to look at you as me.”“More, I’m prettier.” Monroe ...urned to go. “But I don’t see myself going down that road to get from Montana to Iowa ... or the Australian Outback for that matter.”Dietrich fell into step with her. “New York isn’t Hollywood.”“No, but it could be on the way to Hollywood,” said Monroe. Her brother opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “You know damned well I know my geography as well as you. "She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies,And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellow'd to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies."Fran stopped and turned to me. She sighed deeply and melted into my arms. Every young man starting out in life, I thought, should do himself a favour and learn these lines by heart. "Oh, James," she breathed, "that's so beautiful." She turned her face up toward mine. Her eyes were closed. .your hands at my balls… Oohh. F. I watched some videos. M: Videos?.... When, where? F: Last week….on your computer. M: Shit…you go to my computer…… F. Am I good at it? Am I good at licking your dick? Squeezing your balls? M: So good Julie…..have you done this before? F: Never…you are my first one. M: So, you have never….? F: No, never…you are my first…I wanted you to be my first. M: Julie, stop…please stop….it should not be me…it should not be me. I am not your lover, I am your… F: But I want. Bethany straddled over him. Bernard knew she needed to control this moment. She spiked herself on his cock; they both knew this was inspired by Anias Nin’s writing…the joyous, joyous impaling. Her cunt was trilling in a rapid alternation of up and down. Impale, release, stab, taken to the unbearable cusp of liberation, feeling the spearing, feeling the heat, basking in the luxuriance of enveloping hard meat in soft muscled yet mooshy flesh. To feel all woman. To be filled as a woman. To hold.