CHAPTER SIX
About two o'clock in the afternoon, the fire boat raced out of the harbor with its siren and klaxon echoing through the steel and concrete canyons of the waterfront. Tod awakened to find the bed empty. He stretched lethargically and felt the incrustations of c*m split open on his legs and buttocks. He had a vague desire for a cigarette, but the pack was over on the table by the window, and so he thought, to hell with it!
He lay looking up at the ceiling and smiling contentedly. God! What an absolutely fabulous woman Sylvia was. She was learning the arts of love rapidly, and most of her newfound knowledge seemed to well up from deep hidden springs within her. She used her vaginal-uterine muscles as though she had worked in a whorehouse all her life. This in spite of the fact t
