She stopped and pretended to be looking at someone on the other side of the room. Then he rose and stood behind her and began to massage the top of her head with his fingertips. XXNX As his finger probed deeper and deeper inside her, the combination of his violation of her and her helplessness drove her into a frenzy, which only increased as he began to move it rhythmically in and out. She stared at him with something like defiance, not looking down even once as she put out her tongue and began to lick: Once, twice…a dozen times. Twice. That was the one question around which all the others circled. Pulling down his pants and then running away. As a final touch, she sprayed some of her mother’s perfume into the air and walked through the mist as it fell, something she’d read about in one of the magazines. He opened his eyes, swallowed, and said, “Are you?”
She nodded and said, “Yes. He was holding up his hands, laughingly demurring, and at the same time he seemed to be glancing over their heads, as if searching the room without wanting to appear to be doing so. He laid a hand gently on the side of her face and asked, “Did
