I looked at Patricia, only to find her turning to me with the same expression of wonder that my face must have worn."My God!" she whispered, "Is this ...y poor, emotionally disturbed sister? I guess being a demi-goddess is better therapy than all the psych wards in the world!" I'll say!" I whispered back, "Why haven't we seen this Carmen before?" I suppose the situation hasn't arisen that would allow her strength to show." Patricia replied."Do you suppose she'll want MY job?" I joked. "I could. Glen thought to himself. Moving and exploring. Kissing andbiting. Inside me, outside me and all over. Unable to distinguish one boy fromthe other in the ecstasy of just being swallowed in a soft cocoon of all threeof them. They felt firm and defined as if they had been regular athletes alltheir lives. At the same time they had skin as soft as babies’. Their bodiesfelt so new. Skin tone in complete balance. Not a mark, not a crease. Entirelyand absolutely perfect. We’re sensual beings. We love that. Then there was this. Elaine sat straight up and I was thankful that even though small, her breasts were soft. I could have lost a tooth."I will not do nude television!" I'm kidding. They want you to do a half-hour comedy special," Rhonda laughed."How am I ever going to be taken as a serious artist if people keep laughing at me?" Elaine asked. She flopped back in my arms with one hand across her forehead like a drama queen. I resumed my nipple-lapping duties. "Besides, I can't do half an hour. I do five minute.
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