"Come inside," she said.John tried to place her accent. He didn't think it was French, although it had a similar sensual eroticism. Brazilian?"Let me ...ake your jacket," Daphne said as he crossed the threshold into a neat little hallway."Er, thanks," John said.He let her help him even though he didn't really need the help. Was it him, or was she standing a little closer than was entirely necessary? She seemed to linger a little over helping him remove his garment. Odd girl, John thought as he. You can just make out what's left of aface in the fur. It's my face. As you study it you can see the confusion,the excitement, how lost I am and how trapped I am. As you watch me I becomemore excited and shake a little more on the rack.As you stand there, you tease me with your hair. You play with it slightlyand comb it, making the large, soft curls fall about your shoulders. "Myhair is lovely, isn't it? It's so soft and thick! It's so hypnotic! Don'tyou think so?" And you giggle.As I. The armored woman's feet hit the ground at full speed the rocks betweenthe rail ties flinging behind her. With each bounding step Paula nearedthe last car until finally with a last pounding stride she pushedherself up from the ground and onto the roof of the subway train.The two woman stared through the speeding darkness there ayes burningan intensity that burned for the other's blood. Like the final day ofcreation the darkness was disrupted and light shown above, the tunnelsof the subway were. "What do you want, Diane?" said Doug. "I want to be your human mattress again." "What?" gasped Doug. "You hated it after you did it before. Remember?" "Yeah. But you have to do it to me again." "Why?" "I can't explain. I guess I just deserve it." "I don't think so..." said Doug. "Please!" begged Diane. "I need it!" "But after last time..." said Doug. "C'mon, Doug! It's because of me that you're getting all these girls. I did you a favor!" "I guess...".