John and I simply had to keep our A game going. For all of 2004 we were planning a schedule of trips around the country. Every week or two one or the ...ther of us would fly somewhere and visit a factory or infrastructure project, meet with workers, give a speech, and do a fundraiser with the local political bigwigs. We would always be stressing something that we had gotten passed. It might be a defense plant building ships or planes, it might be a lock on the Mississippi that was being rebuilt,. There I was as a teenager, fucking Suzy Rottencrotch, my first girlfriend. She had huge boobies, the size of Buicks. So big and soft I could sink my face in between them. But she only laid there as I was slipping her the pipe, so off to the next door.Now it was the little girl that lived next door. I was sitting in my chair and she came over in her Girl Scout uniform. That day was amazing. I fucked her up, down, and sideways. Then after I fucked her in every hole her sister came over and I. Alex shouted for it to end. Petra ignored them. Petra was a sadist, enjoying her work. She flicked the switch ten times, maybe twelve. Then she stopped, suddenly. She left her, dangling. Out of Alice’s sight she prepared herself. Then she was ready, she showed herself. Showed herself to Alice. I remembered the dildo, the strap-on. Alice was transfixed. Her face showed her horror. Petra smiled, then walked behind her. Alice trembled. Then suddenly stiffened, as she felt the black rubber head. Which image of her is colder? Which image is more real? As if sensing my questions, she smiles with certainty, eternally fuckable, a daimones of my dreams, my lover.Finally, it begins.Her hand slides steady toward her sex, creeping slowly, inching forward, like a tarantula stalking prey. Her bony fingers proceed taut but animated. Her hand moves and then stops, lingering at the edge of uncertainty, at the edge of our separateness, a pause that becomes the perimeter between movement in the.