She leafed through pages on the table: mostly anatomy drawings of a sitting model. He’d been worse than usual lately. Without waiting for her to recover he pushed her down on him while at the same time he pushed up, so hard and so far that she yelped. She kissed the bulge and then sat up on him again. He smiled by way of apology. It doesn’t matter now. When he shook hands with Ronnie his palm felt strangely smooth and slick. With a roaring of waves the Sea Mother dived. It was all the same as it had ever been. “You see what I’ve got for you, but what have you got for me?”
She reached between her own legs to squeeze him some more.
