I watched you fuck when I was ten years old. I used to love watching mom suck on daddy's cock. I wanted mom to suck on mine."Christine turned bright r...d. She stopped breathing as she stared at her son's face."I would really love acting it out with Susan," he concluded.And the three adults let out a collective breath."Before we go one second further," Christine said, "I have to say this."I'm glad you're going along with this, Susan. I don't think you're kinky, I just think you were a little bit. "She looked back at her friend. "C'mon, Dana..."Her friend was smiling, but didn't move."Okay," I said, "I'm going to walk back to the trail there. I f you ant to see it, just follow me."I know how these things work, so I just turned and headed back. If I got there I'd step off the path and wait. If they didn't follow after a couple of minutes I'd take the other path back to my room: nothing ventured, nothing gained.I walked a little way into the path and stood of to the side where there was a. ”“I write down all of my poetry.”“That’s a good start. A poet should write something on paper every day, but does what you write have the same effect, say, as what you recite—as in a slam, for instance?”“Why does that matter?”“It matters a lot if you want your words more than your personality to be important to people. What you do now—that’s what an actor does or a performer. Poets aren’t exactly performers, now are they?”“It’s the evolution of poetry,” said Claude, “stemming back from the Beat. Anyway, the trucker had ruined her orgasm. She’d been so close to coming, and now it felt as though she had to start all over. Watching the road in front of her, she tried to manage her speed, knowing that this stretch of the road was full of fine-hungry cops. Her new economy car didn’t have cruise control, something she’d grown up with, and at times she had difficulty maintaining a legal speed. Now was no exception. The vibrator was really doing its job. Rachel moaned and dragged a hand over.