I lose myself in the delicious words on the page. I read the model’s account of her seduction at the hands of the artist, “I felt his penis agains... my ass. He slipped his hands around my waist and lifted me up slightly so that he could penetrate me.” And as I read, I imagine the brush of his penis against my ass. I imagine the artist’s hands on my hips. I close my eyes and conjure the sound of his penis sliding violently in and out of my moist pussy. Reading this collection of short stories, I. I'll... I'll put you all behind bars, you dirty punks!" Oh, so that's how you feel about it, narco. Well watch this," Jim spat. "Mark turn her over, give her the old ass fuck."Mark scratched his head, as if he understood only slowly. Biting into his lower lip, he took a deep breath and turned Kathy over so that she was lying on her stomach.At first Kathy made no effort to resist. Everything had been so beautiful, she thought. But there was something wrong with Art; he didn't look well. Perhaps. Suddenly she is crying. She said “I am depressed; due to this pregnancy problem. I felt very sorry for her, and tried to console her. She said that she wants to get pregnant and she wants my child. She said “please bear me a child and I promise I will fullfil all your wants, I will never say no to you”. She started kissing me all over my face and on my lips. I also started responding to her. I held her face and we indulged in a good kiss for mints. When we parted she had stopped weeping and was. The guy looked just like Mark, but it couldn’t be Mark. She hadn’t seen him in six years, not since graduation. They had been sweethearts, but after graduation, they had lost track. She left for a summer job as a camp counselor, and she got back home, he had gone. His family had moved away and she couldn’t seem to find anyone who knew where they had gone. She felt alone and betrayed. There was no letter, no note, no phone call. There was nothing. It was just another one of many episodes that.