“Jane was the fact. She had the bottle in her crotch, knees flopped outward now, and watched him. Her mouth was open, showing large gapped teeth. Something passed between them, deeply, a sympathy beyond the standard meanings that also encompassed these meanings, pity, affinity, tenderness, the whole physiology of neural maneuver, of heartbeat and secretion, some vast sexus of arousal drawing him toward her, complicatedly…”
I bet you thought you were going to get a sexy Eric/Jane paper, weren’t you? Naughty…
But, since you guys are such good sports here’s THE line for you 😉
“…He doesn’t have to do the unspeakable thing he wants to do. He only has to speak it. Because they’re beyond every model of established behavior. He only has to say the words.”
“Say the words.”
“I want to bottle-fuck you slowly with my sunglasses on.”
That’ll do. Have a great weekend fellow limo-riders! Let’s see what’s in store for us next week!