During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. It began as a joke. As he felt the threshold of soft wetness he froze and said, “Lucy, are you sure?” She whispered, “Yes,” and guided the top of his penis into her vagina. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. The moment they cease to be serviceable, or become dangerous he lodges an information, and the matter's settled. "Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road. When I promised to marry you I thought I could; I thought it was a possible arrangement. He was the social order; he was law and wisdom. He thought it best to let the matter drop. Whatever she does is minimized.
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