Are there many?" Yeah... lots of them, I guess. I heard the girls talking about it. They went over, after dark, and I guess the little rascals sit up ...nd beg for food." Lets go over tonight, Rachael. We can get some scraps from the kitchen and feed them." Damn! Is she really offering me a chance to feel those jugs? Maybe she got a glimpse of my hard on, yesterday?"Sure, Bill. Sounds like fun. I'll meet you at the kitchen right after the evening service." Maybe I can find out if we can help each. "Take a swab," the instructor said. He picked up a six-inch long cotton swab and poked it slowly into her, his hand shaking. He kept going and she jerked and gave a tiny scream. "Not the cervix, boy, just the walls," the instructor scolded. "Get a clean one and do it again." Suzi started moaning now, "no, please..." but the instructor gave her a stern look and she pressed her lips shut. When the student finished his swabbing, he stepped back and peeled off the gloves. The next one stepped. But it didn’t take long before she mocked me even for that. Why she had ever bothered to let me marry her, I never did figure out. It was ungodly hot that summer and unusually dry. Then came August. I had begun to make it a habit of pulling the fuse for the whole house air conditioner in the mornings before leaving for work. Martha had quit her job, preferring to sit at home, drinking coffee all day, talking on the phone and eating whatever her darling mother brought over as they sat together. "Camden!!!!!!! My binder!!!!!!!!!! It has been covered in "I was here"'s and "hi"'s!!!!!" I say as I reach in my binder for a pencil. "Maybe that isn't a bad thing," Camden said as he wrote in blue ink on the front of my binder another "I wuz hurr". Just then Mr. Barrett walked in and shut the door behind him. Now I could really start to work. I placed my hands in my lap, but left them loose so Camden could find them and pull them slowly closer to his waiting body. I knew he would do.