When she was finished eating, Marnie held the glass
of juice to her lips and allowed her to sip and swallow at her own pace. Division began `grooming’ Faith for bigger
things. “This is Montana, you know, from Randy’s Rumba Room, off Bleecker and
Charles.” Came whispered reply. You have to stay
away from dykes and addicts. She was not beautiful in the conventional sense, but she wasn’t
unattractive, either; if she stood out in a crowd, it was more because of
sex appeal, vitality and self confidence, than for pure physical beauty. The sweet submission she
felt, was alien to her dominant nature. Giving in with a passionate squeal, primal yet
ecstatic, she lay back, her chest heaving, her skin covered in
perspiration. “Hey, how’re you feeling?” she asked while running the brush through her
hair.
