But later, after the main performance in the big tent, he spoke to Sylvia and she said she saw a boy who was cute and she liked him from the audience,...and my cousin swore and swore and swore it was me, and if she had her way she’s settle down and come to Tidioute an settle down with the nine year little fucker snot rag baseball player, as he was so nice, she could tell he was nice, and live with him and fuck him with her fourteen year old body, and make a baby with him and all would be well and. “Nuala,” Yamila said. “Will you light the lamp for us before I put them out?”Nuala nodded and walked over to the shelf. She took a flint and struck it with the steel rod a few times, creating sparks and lighting the lamp instantly.“Inga! Take Lena to our bed,” Yamila said, winking at her.Inga grinned and hugged Selena around her waist before approaching the bed. Yamila picked a snuffer that lay on the ground and extinguished the torches. The flame of the lamp flickered as she and Nuala resumed. For them, breakfast had been foreplay. Others were sitting as we were, talking in low voices.“Is it always like this?” I asked him.“Not always. We gather a few times each month as an escape from our more mundane lives outside. After initiations, we try to have breakfast and some time together.”I had done the math in my head several times already. The cutter had done four people, including me, this week. Over the course of a year, that was two hundred people with some holidays. Yet I only saw. I walked to the sink and started to clean my teeth, I could see Miss Jackson’s image clearly in the mirror and I watched her in the shower. She lifted her leg up on to a stool and started to lather her pussy, I watched her rub the soap into her pussy and reach for a razor. I was transfixed by the razor scraping the lather off of her skin revealing the top of her slit and gliding through her pussy lips. There was only so long I could clean my teeth for so eventually I rinsed my mouth and left.