I am on the way up.Look out, you all; here comes Irene, the pregnant slut in residence.I remember August. The torrid city. Long Island's lovely breeze.... I remember Phil and Mary's house. The terrace, the pool. A little borrowed paradise.I love to remember lying topless under Eric's adoring eyes. Just lying there and checking out his eager gaze from behind my fashionable shades.What I'd also love to remember is how taut my body felt as I stretched out for him. How I displayed my sweetly tanned. But legally, it's Cindythat owns the car. And pays for the insurance." I'll let you borrow it anytime you like," I joked."It's not like the police can scan your soul to confirm your identity. Ifeel like all of my possessions have been stolen, in addition to mybody."I wasn't really deep into philosophy, so every sentence she said to mewas a new thought."I promise I'll give them all back. Maybe even tonight, if the Bunk bedswork in reverse." What about our love? Where does the ownership of 'love'. She went to the front pew, and sat down. Somewhat later, the church bell rang, and afterwards the service began. The service felt slightly high-church to her, and the sermon did not seem to edify any of those attending. The size of the congregation seemed to her to be smaller than the assembly of the staff who had greeted her on her first day, and she saw no faces she recognized save the vicar, his wife, and – of course – Dorcas. At the end of service, everybody stood back for her to exit. I told her, "Here is your surprise."We got into our house and I asked David to sit on one side of the living room while we sat on the other side. I turned to my wife and told her here are the rules, you can't fuck him till I say you can. You can do what you want but he cannot fuck you till I say so. She smiled agreed, but she said once she started there was no going back. I then told her, "Why don't you go over there and say hello, but don't stay too long, I want you to come back here when I.