“Bacon and eggs for breakfast,” said Cinny.“Want some?” asked Linny.“You know the answer to that,” replied Faith.“Then may we have your ...lothes?” asked Cinny.“You know the answer to that too.”“Oh well,” said Linny. “Maybe you’ll want lunch.” Then they left a brooding Faith alone in her stall.By lunchtime, Faith’s stomach was grumbling. She desperately wanted to eat. She was even more desperate for water. She had not even had a sip of water in almost twenty four hours.“Grilled cheese for lunch,”. Now it seemed like we had bought an old mansion from the past. There was no traffic noises, no bright city lights, and no close-by nosy neighbors, just peace and quiet. One day I was knocking on the wood in this nice little room that had a fireplace. To my surprise, a panel had a hinge on it and I opened up this small compartment. I took out its contents and found several canes, paddles, riding crops, and old leather cuffs. I cleaned off the cobwebs and put them on the round table in the middle. You know, the ones that showed two roast beef sandwiches and compared them as an analogy for pussy ... used vs. new,” Cherry recalled with disgust as she handed me the sandwich with plenty of BBQ sauce.“Ugh, talk about stupid! Pussy is pussy! It stretches, sure, and it retracts. Only dunces with insane purity and virginity obsessions think that it should always be that tight! But you know that, of course! How much did Raymond really care that you weren’t an extra tight virgin ... okay, okay,. The early afternoon sun is coming through the sheers and has not quite made it all the way across the bed to where you are sleeping. Dust particles tattle as the late summer breeze puffs into the room cool from the shade of the oak tree on the north side of the house. To watch you breathe in the unencumbered bliss of sleep paralyzes me with fear and rapture; exquisite energy hums from somewhere deep in my psyche that terrifies and enthralls me. I am so afraid and filled with joy the paradox of.