At breakfast one morning, she used her last card with Casco and Whitney:
“Please, please, just let me try it. You can have Marla or anyone stand by and control it, but I have got to get over this need to be multi-f****d once and for all and maybe that machine is the answer. Maybe it’s my Deus ex machine.”
“Your what?” Marla said across the table.
“My release from my fetish about such things. People have tried and failed to bring me to orgasm and I think that maybe a machine, a mechanical device without a brain or any feeling or emotion might do it. I am ready for this. I feel fine. Please, can we do it? Please?”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Leanne,” shouted Casco, who was totally exasperated by the whole act. On the yacht before he sold her, Casco knew that Leanne was a kind of White Albatr
