She killed herself. I was gone for a week for a big chess tournament. I was eighteen. I won – my first big win and it almost made me a grand-master....I was excited about having won, felt happy that I had something good to tell Mom. She had taken pills, then hung herself for good measure, she really meant business. They said she must have done it right away when I left. I guess that she hadn’t had the time to rot all that much, but to me the stench of putrifying mother decaying flesh was like a. Andeach action was also played over and over in my mind's eye. I couldn'thelp but imagine what Jenny was feeling. What it felt like to have herlips stretched like that. What Master's shaft felt like gliding over hertongue. And if there was any doubt that I would soon in fact beingexperiencing these things, Master guided my head around just enough thatI could still see Jenny but follow his command of 'Kiss'. It was onlyhis thigh, but I still felt like a part of my soul was dying by. She figured that it must be a salesman whom she could turn away, or perhaps one of the neighboring wives, with whom she would not need to be modest.But it was the television repairman.Marion had forgotten that he had been called. When she opened the door a crack and saw him standing there, she was embarrassed.She had to let him in, obviously, but she wished that she had put something less revealing on. Should she ask him to wait for long enough to get sedately dressed? Well, hardly. Prompt. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and called out, ‘Hey, glad you came.’ Everybody looked and saw Paige just as she saw the three wives that had come with my guys. Her first act was to slap my shoulder hard and say, ‘You led me to believe I was the only woman coming.’ When they saw me getting hit they all applauded and whistled and I laughed. ‘I wanted to see if you had the nerve to come anyway.’ ‘That was so dirty.’ I lightly put my hand on her back and introduced her to everybody and.