“Well, I guess you had better shower by yourself this time,” she said playfully. “That’s what tripped us up last time.”“I will, in a minut...,” I said as I slipped my hand across her still tight nipples and then trailed my fingers down to her sopping, sensitive pussy.She grabbed my hand. “No more of that,” she chided. “I’ll never make it to lunch if you get me started again.”I laughed, kissed her, and then slipped from bed to head for the shower.Later, we were both presentable when the doorbell. .. the ... the stuff!" he said. "The ... the stuff!!" Oh, that thing," I said. "Yeah, you can't remember that. You can't remember where it is, or how it works, or the last four or five crucial insights that let you take control of it." I paused. "You can't even remember what it does, exactly."I knelt down to look at him. "You can't even remember what it does. All you can remember is that you used it and it helped you. And now you can't even remember where it is or what is does. For all you. As her fingers gingerly rubbed over the welted bleeding skin, she said ‘This is change and this is transition. This means family and love. It is my everlasting bond with the people who made me, other than my life of course.’ Upon her back now etched in ink were the moon and the sun conjoined, with a star to the right. She traced the hard black lines and the soft lips of the sun sore as it was, touching seemed to help finalize the truth. The moon was blue as a corpse’s mouth and the sun bright. He had come up to the barn to unhook the swather, after putting into its stall, and put the tractor in its shed, but this was after they had gone for a dip in the lake, to get the dust and sweat off of them, naked, of course. They had splashed around, and wrestled playfully, and in the course of their play, he had several times, cupped his hand between her legs, and while trying to hold her wet, slippery body, had felt her breast in his mouth. It was nice and cool in the hayloft, and they had.