" I'm lying on astranger's couch with some boy sitting above me begging me to have sexwith him. I'm not sure that I really want to. I mean, I reall... wantedto wait until I got married. Yes, my girlfriends dared me to place twolarge, metallic ben wa balls inside my vagina for the evening. Theythought it would be a fun gag. However, walking around in a constantstate of arousal has weakened my resolve to wait for marriage. Ireally want to do this, but I really don't."I know that you have. ” That part wasn’t true, but the lie couldn’t possibly hurt. Ruth was picking up her bag and her books. “Don’t tell anyone I talked about this, okay?” the girl said. “Especially not Abbie?”“This is the last thing I want to tell anyone about, ever,” said Phoebe.“If she hasn’t come to you yet, she will soon. She wants you. I can tell.”With that, Ruth turned and practically ran away, leaving Phoebe alone in the corridor except for a row of 100 silent lockers. “Witches,” she said out loud. “Great.”. He’d blown it. He was, essentially, a serial rapist and murderer. Yes, those three men were going to kill him and take his money, but the way he’d dispatched them, almost thoughtlessly, had been a cold-blooded killing. He could simply have reached into their minds and given them another course of action.What made it worse was that afterward, when he’d read about the “mysterious triple homicide” in the paper, he’d discovered that the three men had been unemployed since shortly after the citizens. In my mind's eye, I can take up the position of an observer and watch two naked women at play on the deck under the sky. I imagine the graceful throw of Gaspazha's arm, and the sinuous path of the whip until its tails embrace their victim, that other naked girl. The image is unbelieveably sexy. I would not be anywhere else for anything or anybody. I am, in some strange way, in heaven.I loose count of the strokes. I'm lost in the repeated sensations, in the way that each blow builds on its.