However, how long before I start to expand those erotic, yet depraved designs outside the bedroom, or outside my little conclave of fuck bunnies? How ...ong before I start doing to others what I had done to Cope, out of spite. It’s becoming more difficult for me to control those thoughts and actions. Of course, it doesn’t help my control that the women in my life want, and even need me that way, and are aroused in the extreme by my depravity and lasciviousness. I had never seen women more aroused. “No one was sure how many kidnappers they saw. No one saw a face. No one saw Jack, just a man being led out with a bag over his head.” I went to the dining table where I picked up the score sheet from our gin game the night before. “My head still feels stuffed with cotton. I never beat Jack at gin. I never drink six martinis in an evening. Or maybe seven. And just at the point where I was downing one more, Jack looks at me seriously and makes me promise to look after Evelyn if anything should. In one, I'msomewhere so charged with the spirit of promiscuity and sexual anarchythe air itself seems illicit. Duct tape (used, I suppose, to preventsplinters) had been folded over the whole circumference of the glory holeI presently attend on bended knee, looking (the duct tape, I mean) likerays of an inverted sun, with each strip spread in every direction, awayfrom the rim of the austere circle of emptiness--that promise ofexhilaration. Soon, I licked my lips, would come the consecrated. Of course, her fantastic shape encouraged me to ogle her body, and the more we talked the more I realized how smart and creative she was.After a shower, I met Ann and Mal for breakfast. Mal worked on a never-ending to do' list over breakfast, mostly things that needed to be done around the Inn, as well as some of the administrative work to keep the place operating smoothly. A young college-age girl served us. The Hendricks had an easy rapport with her, and I could tell they'd be fun to work.