—from The Collectors, by Philip Pullman, Author’s NoteChapter 11: It's Cold Here[September, 1678]Oxford, OxfordshireIT IS TOO fucking cold here, ...mélie thought as she stepped through the mud down Oxford’s High Street. The mud was disgusting. It didn’t matter how careful one was, there was no way to keep it from sticking. And where are the fruits? A banana? Haven’t these people heard of a tomato? Or a mango? Meat. Bread. Onions. A carrot. A potato. That’s it. No wonder they look like ghosts.. That audacious move was just one more sign of my emboldened romp as I continued to give everything I had in between Mrs. Clark's legs. This was the greatest feeling I had ever had. Yet, the act of losing my virginity in this manner to a horny, unabashed milf did not seem to fully satiate me, and I found myself wanting more and more.The sound of repetitive thumps from hard, doggystyle pounding continued on. The feeling of wet misting persisted as Mrs. Clark continued to squirt throughout. But. She mumbled something incoherent, the red ball in her mouth muffling her words. I pressumed she wanted to speak to me, but it didn't matter. Nothing she had to say mattered anymore. She is just there to be productive for the factory.17 September: I am becoming used to the surroundings of the facility. We are not allowed to touch the cows, now that their part of the factory's property, but some of the other guards tease them in order to kill some time. I, myself don't see much point in this. I. As we got back to my car, I said, "She was beautiful!!!" He said, "Yeah, she was nice looking - but by the look on your face, you liked her more than I did. I also noticed you checking out another black woman in the restaurant". As he said that, he started to smile even more. I said, "I'll probably have fantasies about both of them for a while".In the car - on the way to where I was dropping him off - he said, "You REALLY liked that last woman, didn't you?" I told him I was married and.