The job and the home life were both miserable but I had high hopes for education and it got me out of the house two nights a week. She was, as the Germans say, zaftig. Xxnx This time I stayed. Across her shoulders and down both arms, kissing her palms and tasting fingers, across her chest just skimming her breasts, then returning to encircle each nipple and nibble it gently, taking each one in my mouth like a starving infant, then down around her navel in odd lazy circles, and past the pale lines that were her badges of childbirth to the delta of fur between her thighs, I wrote the manifesto of our passion and pain. We teased and flirted and kept the whole thing at arms’ length well into November. She was writing her name and the class title on the board behind her
