[Malcolm] Yes, that's right whore! Moan like my mommy. I can tell you don't like anal and you don't like to be fisted dry. Here taste my hand and tell...me how that makes you fee? [Malcolm]My mouth was gaping wide open and I was breathing heavily due to the intense pain of his exploring fist up my shit hole. Tears started flowing again. His hand was in my mouth pushing and gripping my tongue. The taste of semen and the liquid leftovers of my poop was awful. I felt utterly disgusted. He kept. She saw young Johnny Carter mowing his lawn next door. Wow, she thought out loud, this time last year I wouldn't have dared to look out the window naked and now I'm standing here. It feels good to be this comfortable with my body. Darren's constant compliments and attentiveness hasn't hurt either.She closed the curtain and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. She was drying and something caught her eye in the mirror. The sneak, she thought as she looked over at the mirror. It was fogged. "—are discouraged from exploring our bodies, even though we're the ones who need it most. Whereas you guys..." If we aren't wanking off every night," Winston said, "they think something's wrong with us." Whereas there's something wrong with us if we're wanking off at all," Kerri said."Weird," Patrick said."I think it's a real mess," Amanda said. "I mean, how backwards is that? Kerri's considered weird for having a healthy interest in her own body. And not just any part of her body—the part of. Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. "There's a French movie on at the Bijou," Sophie suggested."Gosh, look at the time. We'll need to hurry to get back to the office." Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder. "Come on," and taking Yvonne's hand, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of people and tables, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie take her hand to lead her from the coffee.