ongue—

    Do you think me good? I say.

    Good, miss?

    S felt like safety, once. No feeis like a trap. 1 say, I wisell me—

    tell you w, miss?

    tell me. tell me a o save you. A o save myself. tly black. hip, lip—

    Girls love easily, there.

    I  is a  do, on

    And at first, it is easy. After all, t is done, in my uncles books: to embrace you. It is easy. I say my part, and stle prompting—says  is easy, it is easy .. .

    ts o mine.

    I , before, tlemans still, dry lips against my gloved , insinuating kisses upon my palm.  tly to mine, but t my face. I cannot see aste astes of sleep, sligoo sour. I part my lips—to breato s in breato dra, also. ongue comes betouches mine.

    And at t, I s is like t of sometroubling of a  slo

    our damp mouto cling toget, to tear. Sing of a , and suppose it my o it is . Sly, to tremble.

    tcement of  of her.

    Do you feel it? srangely in te darkness. Do you feel it?

    I do. I feel it as a falling, a dropping, a trickling, like sand from a bulb of glass. t dry, like sand. I am . I am running, like er, like ink.

    I begin, like o shake.

    Dont be frigc soo, so me, and my fleso rembling, rembling, from tc be frig it is sened. ill s catcips of ter against my face.

    Do you see? s is easy, it is easy. t—  to touch you.

    to touch me?

    Only touctering ouchis.

    s up my nigill. ter: t, and slide, and in sliding seem, like o quicken and drao gat o