I couldn’t move or do aught else but breathe, as the fire pulsed, back and forth, finally settling in my fanny and it made me come, helplessly, again and again and again. And then when you came just now and cried out, I saw your fangs. Then the pain was gone and I felt a different thing, like sweet liquid fire all over me, spreading from my head to my feet and back again, only to pulse in my centre, in my fanny, and out again. Anyway, I got her the tea. The turn-off flashed past and was gone. It was beautiful. I don’t know how it got there. At some point I think I fainted, because the next thing I remember is her kissing my eyes. We’ll just approach one of them instead. If we wanted to kill her we’d have done so ourselves. Mrs B was almost a little nice today. You might change your mind, she said. I’m in. I wouldn’t go there myself, even during the day, but this was at night.
