"Drink?" He rose and stood on shaking legs.
"A cigarette'll be better, honey." She sat up. The folds of her stomach writhed like wet snakes and her gigantic breasts drooped, their thickened tips pointing at different angles.
"You better let me get my breath back."
"You can go a second time, can't you?" She took the cigarette from him, propped herself up on one side with an elbow and smoked.
"Yes, but I've got to get my second wind first."
"When it's like this, happening at the same time for both of us, believe me there's nothing in the world better. Nothing." Smoke dribbled out of her nostrils. In the shadows her face looked handsome and high-cheekboned, her lips soft and wet. "Loving is something I want to hold on to for a long time and yet, I should have relinquished it long ago. I'
