“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said. “All that stuff ... downstairs ... I thought you were just curious.”“I am curious,” she s...id. “Like my mother was curious about that tomato.”He chuckled. “I’ve never been compared to a tomato before.”“Can I ask you a question?”“Sure,” he said.“Those women you were talking about ... the ones you’ve ... done those things with...” She stopped.“That’s not a question,” he said gently.“I know. I’m just nervous.”“Okay,” he said.“None of them have ever. That was the first time I know of where I came three times in one night. I was never gonna forgit that whore! Ifen I ever got married, I was gonna try to teach my wife how to do some of them things that there whore did.After supper that night, Miz. Emily and I was sitting on the veranda and she was holdin' my hand, again. At the start of the second hour, she pulled my left arm behind her neck and placed my hand on her breast! You talk about being surprised!?! Of course, it was a warm night, soz. They were supposed to be glimpses of a 'normal' and 'healthy' life, but whenever she tried to hang on to them, she failed. No wonder her already low self-esteem turned into self-disgust, which was the ideal frame of mind to welcome punishment and humiliation. It was a self-propelling wheel, fed by idle hope and certain defeat.And yet, she kept running back to them.Someone other than Angique would have long since given up on the girl. But she hadn't. She kept nudging Alicia on, even if she. He asked if he could clean the room and I said yes and invited him inside. He saw Cherry laying on the bed with her sleep mask on and asked if I wanted him to come back later. I explained that Cherry was fast asleep and showed him a sleeping tablet bottle and said that she will not wake up for three more hours. We we standing beside the bed and I shook Cherry quite vigorously to show him how out of it she was. Cherry was lying on her side with the bed sheet pulled up to her waist. Half of her.