Fuckshe pulled her dress offover her headand I saw the pantiesindented somewhat into thecrotch. It's only human. Now we've got to do it.I've got to do itafter all that bluff. It's like a party--two trappedidiots. Under the sheetsafter I have snappedoff the lighther panties are stillon. She expects anopening performance.I can't blame her. Butwonder why she's here withme? Where are the otherguys? How can you belucky? Having someone theothers have abandoned?we didn't have to do ityet we had to do it. It was something likeestablishing new credibilitywith the income taxman. I get the pantiesoff. I decide not to tongue her. Even thenI'm thinking aboutafter it's over. We'll sleep togethertonighttrying to fit ourselvesinside the wallpaper.I try, fail, notice the hair on herheadmostly notice the hairon herheadand a glimpse ofnostrilspiglikeI try it again.
Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or to love. So they became swingers. The dead fucking the dead. There was no gamble or humor in their game -it was corpse fucking corpse. Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience down through the centuries. Some morals tended to keep people slaves in factories, in churches and true to the State. Other morals simply made good sense. It was like a garden filled with poisoned fruit and good fruit. You had to know which to pick and eat, which to leave alone.