This was probably a good idea, considering what I had in mind to do next. I peeled the skin from the wedge. This needed to be dealt with. She bent down and kissed me quickly, then put her lips next to my ear and breathed, “Thank you.” Then she was gone. I was sitting by myself in a corner of the room. She continued to look back at me in complete bewilderment for several seconds. And when I came—making it my turn to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from crying out—she simply looked up at me while her mouth filled up with my juices. Then I began slowly sliding it back and forth, pressing it in a little further each time. Then she stopped and came around the table to where I was sitting. She pulled out the glasses she had been wearing the other night, unfolded them with sharp, jerky movements as if she were mad at them as well, stuck them on her face and looked up at me, still glaring, as if to say, ‘There, are you satisfied?’
I leaned forward slightly to
