You think she’s too good?’ ‘No, it’s just that —’ ‘What?’ she pressed me. ‘She’s Jewish,’ I said. ‘So?’ ‘He’s not an M.O...T,’ I confided in her. ‘He is so an M.O.T.,’ she answered. Wow. Cammie Rowe was something else. I was tempted to see what would happen if I insisted that Rabbit wasn’t a kumquat. ‘M.O.T. means —’ I started to explain. ‘Oh, fuck you, Trick Sterling,’ she cut me off again. ‘I’m smarter than you are. I know what an M.O.T is.’ ‘But — but Rabbit’s not a… I mean, I’ve been over to. They quickly stripped, and Joe fucked Mandy hard. The sex was hard and fast. Joe grunted, filling his wife with his sperm now.They cuddled after, talking again about Mandy’s visit with Jack and Lisa. “I just felt so guilty because I couldn’t stop myself,” Mandy explained.Joe kissed her on the forehead. “Honey, you didn’t feel any different toward me after your friend sucked my dick. I still love you. I think our ideas about sex have changed. I’m happy with where we’ve gone.”On Wednesday, Mandy. I empty my duffel bag and take the letters I have from my mother and my girl Lisa. I go to the bottom bunk and lie down and try to think of how the hell I get in this jail cell. The cell was made of cinder blocks and the door was an 8'thick steel with a square glass in the center and a long window on the side of the door that let you see out into the corridor. There were no windows in the cell. That night as I lay in my bed I finally drifted off to sleep after I tried to muzzle my. But, not having a word for it and nothing to compare it to, she did not know it should be bad. It was only sensation, the first sensation she had known after an indeterminate time of knowing nothing. Thinking back, she could dimly remember having been a part of the Earth and being ripped loose by rough tools, but that had been before real awareness.The pain came from chisels and with it brought awareness. So, Galatea reveled in each strike, making some piece of her become not her. Who she was.