.. well, then I can't refuse. It's like it's not my fault. Then it's OK. Know what I mean?" Good, Margi. Now let me ask you this. Are you willing to t...ll Billy what our deal is?"Margi nodded, studying the rug in front of her, not looking up."ARE you, girl?" Jean nudged her again.Margi suddenly looked up at me and stared for a long moment before saying, "Yes, I am."I touched her for the first time. I placed my hands on the tops of her thighs and slowly stroked up and down. "Then tell me, Margi.. She got into it real soon and moaned and sighed that it felt so good.“Ahh, yes, your tongue, oh, on my clit! Sooo good! É Now inside, yes, deeper, uhhhmmm, grab my ass, pinch it!”For one so young she knew very well what she wanted, and she wasn’t shy to tell me either. She let herself get carried away completely. And to my astonishment I heard her groan: “Oh, yesss, Daddy, fuck her good, give it to her, she’s licking me so gooood! Unnggh, Brenda, oh, go on touch my ass too, please finger my. The prepared Email list contains nine entries, anonymous code names or numbers he has made contact with at various sites on the Internet. His hand moves over the keyboard. For a moment he hesitates before clicking SEND. He has not done this before. Are there unforeseen, unforeseeable consequences? As his finger descends, he tries to imagine flesh turned into 0’s and 1’s being transmitted and almost simultaneously reassembled at nine other computers to be viewed, savored, fantasized,. The taxista followed her, spewing a voluble stream of Spanish apparently designed to get her talking again. She spat on the ground and turned her back.Saying something clearly obscene, the cab driver grabbed the woman and turned her, raising his hand to strike her across the face."Hit me," she said, "pig! Then I tell Manuel Ramos and he will fix one pig of a taxista!"The cab driver's olive complexion paled visibly. "Perdoname," he said, backing off.The Indian woman laughed at him. "Come back.