Her hazel eyes had a small dash of glitter under them along with dark eye shadow. Her lips were glistening pink, but not the gaudy pink of the wannabe...girls at school. This was a light pink, still wet from application. Mike sighed and just looked at her with exasperation. If he looked at her any other way he would get mad again.“Candy, what the fuck do you want?” She looked down at her feet, toeing the cement step. She looked perfectly nervous, unsure of her own intentions or of her purpose.. Tanya's wide eyes, showed she didn't like the answer to that question."I figured a proper slut should take dick at at least 100 bpms. That receiver has to see the whole lit surface, so you won't be cheating on your pumps. A true slut feels the shaft at every stroke, right?" She got no responce from the petrified girl, so she kept explaining. "Basically, the receiver must see the light flash at 100 bpms or faster. If it doesn't see that pattern, or sees a slower one, for 5 seconds straight, it. I have no idea what she’s talking about.Me: That’s good! One more question.Girl: Ok.Me: Do you take drugs? Drink?Girl: No drugs! I only drink a glass or two when I go out. I’m not drunk. I don’t drink until I get drunk if that’s what you’re asking.Me: I see, that’s good.Girl: How did I do?Me: You answered my questions, that’s good.Girl: Are we going to do the ritual now?Me: Not yet, you need to come with me.Girl: Where are you taking me?Me: I’ll show you where the ritual takes place.Girl: Oh. The other manuscripts and sketchbooks from the collection that I had perused were filled with erotic poetry and drawings of his lovers, some of them very explicit. One of my favorites was a drawing of two young men, maybe in their twenties, making love. Turcotte had perfectly captured their moment of ecstasy and used it to illustrate an erotic poem on the joys of anal sex. His work was far better and more arousing than any porn I had consumed.Taking the book over to the desk provided for.