Helen then turned to me and measured me with her eyes, from head to toe. First came the man sent for clothes with a blue robe that probably belonged to a cleaning lady and a pair of jeans pants. Plus, if the Catholics were to find out that we had such a thing on offer, within 24 hours, there would be no stone left on our premises.”
I nodded that I understood, and she continued pointing to another poster. With her in the room was another young girl who let out a high-pitched scream and put her hand to her mouth in fright. She penetrated herself again and as the buzzing of the bracelet turned into a shrill screech that became sharper and more frequent, I remembered that Helen usually didn’t orgasm until she had been moving on top of me for at least half an hour. Coming of age turned out to be harder than I thought, because time had its own rhythm and I found no way to rush it. She motioned for me to lie on my back on a support similar to the one I encountered when I went for a CT scan, took the watch from my hand and clipped the bracelet in its place, then added, “This bracelet has a lot of functions.
