"And so he had, and the treatment had lasted for hours, and Angela confirmed within the first one that she was lost. As often as Dub Fisher came to he..., she would fling herself on the bed and spread her legs for him, willingly, laughing while she did so, eager to receive the fruit of his loins.Nor was she very assiduous in demanding that he pull out when he came. It felt too good to have him grind against her as his groans and gasps announced that he was happier than at any time previous to. I really do." Oh no honey. I couldn't really do that. Not really. You have to do it to me yourself."She didn't tell the whole truth. No one ever can. No one knows the whole truth, of course, but there are things she knows that she can't tell him. Not even him. Especially not him. She wishes she could but she's afraid of what the whole truth would do to him, of what it would do to them. She gets by on things that aren't actually lies. They're truths that mask a huge truth.She helps him pull off. The taxista followed her, spewing a voluble stream of Spanish apparently designed to get her talking again. She spat on the ground and turned her back.Saying something clearly obscene, the cab driver grabbed the woman and turned her, raising his hand to strike her across the face."Hit me," she said, "pig! Then I tell Manuel Ramos and he will fix one pig of a taxista!"The cab driver's olive complexion paled visibly. "Perdoname," he said, backing off.The Indian woman laughed at him. "Come back. " She liftedmy chin, so that I was once again facing her mattedsex. "You have to . . . or she will suspect you arestill alive."What was I going to do, die for my foolish pride? Idid the only thing I could - what anyone would. Ilicked my spending from her sex. It was salty andbitter. It formed little balls and clung to her pubichair that were almost impossible to get out. Theworst was when she made me suck at her opening and Igot a mouthful of the vile liquid. I promised myselfthat if I ever got.