She is shivering the whole time. Xxnx I tie up Mo’s wrists and feet together again and tell her to get on all fours by the wall ass facing towards me. Instead of the elegant French chicken dish I elected to cook, I panic and whip out a frozen pizza and from the freezer instead and a bottle of vino from dad’s liquor cabinet. She begins crying and I wonder if this finally where the buck stops. I do this about thirty times (I had a lot of apples). She is half-wailing, half-whimpering saying “Oh my god Michael, oh my god!” I then turn her over like a pancake and slide right in, luckily with no qualms at all. I untape her mouth and let the water from the garden hose burst into her mouth.
