Homes, once the provinces--indeed, the dominions--of women, are "broken"; their walls lie about intumbled ruins, and children, abandoned by their fath...rs, suffer insingle-parent (that is, single mother) apartments, surviving as bestthey can.Once, sexuality was women's entire arsenal for attaining a measure ofautonomy by controlling men and acting through them to effect, as muchas possible, their own wills. Sex, for women, was the currency ofpower. Now that they are granted political and. "Y-yes, this is the place," Sally quavered, convulsing violently at the driver's innocent comment about "an opium den;" if only he knew what went on inside that house! She found a dollar bill, shoved it into the driver's hand, and then got out of the cab.She stood on the cracked sidewalk a moment as the taxi meshed gears and pulled away from the curb, trying to compose herself. How should she behave this time? Not like the last--whining, piteous, obviously fear- wracked, obviously filled with. "Surprised... is the best I can offer!", stated Marcel attempting a second try at holding in his smoke. Jill took this opportunity to mock going down on Marcel again, causing another force exhale of puff followed by a muffled coughing. Through gritted teeth and in a harsh, smokey voice Marcel offered back the almost burnt out joint: "Here, it wasn't meant for me to enjoy!"Jill giggled and laughed, promising not to do it again, but Marcel shirked it off and held out the offending article to Jill. He got the better looking one (by conventional standards). I totally forgot her name, but in my opinion, my gal (whose name I do remember, Natalie) wasn't too far below his, but she might have been slightly plainer - again by conventional standards. Natalie was chubby with big tits. Brad's gal was tall and had more of an athletic, runner figure. I remember an hour into my hooking up with my girl, Brad and his gal already finished and they were obnoxiously knocking on our closed door. We were.