I stood in line that October, not knowing that just a year later, the woman I waited to see would take her blanket into her car and go to sleep foreve... while still parked in her garage. I only knew it was Anne, Anne Sexton, and though I didn’t know much about her at the time, just her name alone exuded a sexuality we ached for. So I followed the line of English Majors, wannabe poets and others to listen to her speak and read. In a small auditorium she read a poem to Dr. Y, talked of her books. She was a Cayuse-Rosie fan. Hell, if a Chinaman had rescued her daughter, she’d be plotting Lee things.Anyway, Cayuse came calling. Rebecca had secured the Bighorn buckboard, packed the lunch herself. Including a special treat — dried apricot pie. She hugged Rosie and grinned, “Take as long as you want, Mr. Murdock and I are going to make up for lost time.”That maybe-smile and then Rosie and Cayuse were off. Heading north on Market, past No-Name, the shacks that hadn’t been torn down. Past the. I asked her why she didn’t sleep to which she replied that she sleeps very less in the night.I told her that then her husband would be in trouble after her marraige. She giggled for my comment and after that she asked me whether I finished my studies. I told her yes and went to my room. Surprisingly she followed me to my room and started arranging my bed. I switched on my pc and started browsing. She came near me and was watching what I was doing, standing beside the chair where I was sitting. I want tofeel you in my mouth again. I want to taste your cum." "No you don't," he replied. "You're just saying that so Iwon't pop your cherry." "No, Sir, I swear!" Already sliding down the bed, I grinned"I really want to taste you, Sir. Your sissy cockslut is oh, sohungry." My words shocked even me, but I heard myself beg"Please, Sir, fuck my mouth. I want your cock soooo much ithurts." "All right," he sighed, "I guess I can wait." With a wink headded "Besides, if I cum between.