Why, thank you, Enid, she said, you’re a very lovely person. The white cloth is so soaked with your fluids that it is almost transparent over your cleft, outlining your labia perfectly. I’d like to go on with that for a little longer.”
“Very well, Marcilla.” He tapped the glove compartment again. The kind of face you’d expect on telly. All right, I used to fancy him, but that was then. And I love you, she said, her words making my body tingle down to my toes. Not on your life, I told her, Aunt Flo’s still hanging around and I’ve got the cramps from her. I kiss your forehead, your eyes, I lick down the angle of your jaw and on to your throat. He’s real fit and all. Last night I had another bad dream. You will, she told me. The smell of blood is something I still have difficulty controlling myself around. But it was the girl again. Your business is merely to find and turn her. I’m yours, I’m giving myself to you of my own free will, and I want to be yours always. Wait…why did I write that? Old grey stone buildings with steeply slanted roofs, neat streets, some of which are still cobbled…it all reminds me a bit of home, or, rather, what home used to
