'When I found myself directly under the mistletoe, suitcase in hand, Margaret stopped me, lifted my face towards hers and kissed me on the lips. Her k...sses were such rare, muted but heartfelt events that this display of affection especially before sex, was unprecedented. My heart lurched, and I shuddered at the sweetness, and the deeper possibilities. I began to kiss her back, forgetting myself for a moment. She pushed a finger between our lips, and gently retreated, without the rebuke for my. Jarvis looked down at me and said in hushed tones 'take this dick bitch, I'm fucking you know'. I tried to calm him down by stroking his bald head and caressing his broad shoulders, Jarvis just smiled and whispered 'take this fucking like a man and shut the fuck up!!!' I could do nothing else but surrender to his onslaught, the d**gs were starting to have their desired effect. My butt hole was allowing him to enter with very little resistance and my lust was so strong that I didn't want him to. These rides may in themselves be good, bad, or indifferent. The ‘uses’ which the many make of the arts may or may not be intrinsically vulgar, depraved, or morbid. That’s as may be. ‘Using’ is inferior to ‘reception’ because art, if used rather than received, merely facilitates, brightens, relieves or palliates our life, and does not add to it.” -- An Experiment in Criticism, X [1961]What Rachel was talking about was the way Dupain’s and Williams’ work was received. The way the patterns (the. Chad didn’t think there would be anyone like his wife, but that was neither here nor there. He closed his eyes, and didn’t realize he drifted off until he heard a light tap on his door, which was a bit strange because no one bothered him around this time. Before he cold utter a word, a silent figure slipped into his room. He said up in his bed to protest when he saw that that person was Sara clad only in a silk robe. ‘What—-?’ he began but she silenced him by placing her finger against his.