She curled up under the old throw, giving him a sleepy smile for which he would have gladly cut off his right arm.Striding to the kitchen, he walked t...rough the door to find the candles nearly burned down to the holders, illuminating the room in eerie, flickering light. He found the light switch, working quickly to reheat Camille's dinner in the microwave and dig another candle out from the drawer where he'd found the others.Blowing out the two spent candles, he scorched his hand on hot wax. "Sure, Dizzy, I'd like to meet your friends."Dizzy's flat was the same shape and size as the redhead's own apartment, but the similarity ended there. There was a great clutter of brightly colored objects covering every inch of the small room. Posters lined the walls and ceiling, some of the same ones that Jill had seen in the sex shop. Numerous record albums were scattered on the uncarpeted floor, and the stereo was blaring out rock music at full volume. A strange mixture of odors filled the. Jack was bending over her, kissing her between the shoulderblades. It felt so lovely, so normal.Jackie didn't care what he thought of her, of what anyone would think of her. She was a woman now, a woman taking on a man who wanted her desperately. She could easily tell Jack had been around the track more than once as he fucked easily into her cunt, crooning soothing words to her while touching her tummy, her tits, her cunt."Ohhhh! Fuck me, Jack! Oh, God, I wanna feel your cock deep in me! Oh,. We are more selfish than Julian. I dreamed it up. He would have gone mad if he had known the truth. Well, he finally did go mad, so what was the point of it anyway? And that laudanum or whatever he is taking. I would pour it out of doors if my cousins were not keeping such a secure, strict eye on the medicines dispensing. Out of his hearing, now this cold gray drear December day, we huddle together outside the small house, in our heaviest clothes, and our heavy coats, the snow falling thickly.