CHAPTER EIGHT
The whiskies that are going around are appreciated by everyone. They take effect for one thing. Jenny serves them out. She's amusing, this Jenny. She walks as though she has something up her rear-end. Her moderate breasts jiggle up and down. Se has a shimmy that's all her own and I dare say quite unique.
Clara is seated on the carpet right between my legs and I touch her hair with a loving hand. She has a permanent attraction upon my senses.
Mechanically she plays with my s*x. She is not thinking of anything in particular and that's the joy of it all. Wally takes up the movement and toys with the giant phallus of dreaming Jesse.
"Have you seen the Caveoiah exposition?" Dave says as he turns toward me. "All the great masters."
"Yes, excellent, particularly the French pain
