”“Let’s hope.”I understood about thirty seconds into the second act. The piece wasn’t from a script. It was the last four thousand plus word... of Ulysses.Rio and I had read Joyce’s Ulysses for Literary Criticism and Critical Reading classes, looking at all the critical analyses of the piece from 1904 to the present. The last episode of Ulysses is a soliloquy by Molly Bloom, Leopold’s long-suffering wife. There’s no punctuation and no capitalization. Unless someone had a copy of the book reading. "Nothing, I guess," she said, trying to turn her lips back into a smile. "I was just ... thinking that I almost turned down your offer to come here and recuperate. I don't know why --" she broke off and looked away from him, but her hand slipped into his again and pressed."I understand," he said, folding his arms around her again, and letting her hair wisp against his lips as he murmured. "I do. I've been there ... to survive the horrible day-to-day -- yes, I do know, l--" he stopped, just. I pulled off the skirt and was about to implant a hot kiss on her young snatch when I heard a voice from behind telling me to slow down.I stopped in the act of kissing Nisha’s pussy and spun around. It was Poulimi who had spoken from behind. I was completely surprised and was caught off balance. I quickly got up and tried to pull up my jeans, which had come undone by now, when Poulimi laughed along with her two sisters at my embarrassment.All the three sisters had planned this together. The. Across from them, on an armchair, was their friend Natalie. She was twenty-eight, older than the two sisters, and knew Demi from college. Natalie was a chirpy, bubbly brunette who was studying Health and Fitness at college. She wanted to be a Physical Education teacher once she qualified. She also wanted to get married and have kids sometime, but not until she was past thirty. Right now she was enjoying being a wild twenty-something student before doing all that boring settling down business..