then there is more time in the bathtub, this time with jenny shaving. not so much fetish styling or anything, but it is kinda cute. from there its the fellatio, from there its the bedroom & the multiple orgasms. tucked my ribbons under my helm, 'cause i'm a great fucking soldier. my hand clamped over her mouth stifling her screams. muffling the rhythms of her jagged breaths.
at night i dream that jenny works at a church where the world topless tennis championship is being held. the civic center is also holding the unofficial world topless tennis championship. someone thinks that we are internet boyfriend & girlfriend meeting for the first time ever. at a bar with a girl we hardly know, she keeps insisting that a guy from cleveland who is hitting on her has to buy the next round. & round again. then there is a carosel with ricktus faces, jangling garish music. a man with a moustache. i am wearing heavy guns at my hip but am too clumsy to get them out of their holster. forsaking them, i leap at the guy & start trying to take his face off with my teeth. it comes off easily. like a mask.