”“That’s good. Where’s it from?”“Requiem for a Nun. We read it in school.”“Another difference between Perth and Scotch. We read no Fau...lkner.”“Is that good or bad?”“Who knows? I still find his Mississippi unfathomable.”“Cozzens didn’t like him. He wrote that ‘Faulkner falsified life for dramatic effect. It’s sentimentality disguised by the corncob.’ And that was after Faulkner got the Nobel Prize.”“I think the Nobel Prize in Literature has been more political than critical.”“Probably true. Think. I was sure that she is going to bleed at first as this was her first sexual encounter in her life. She reached her hand towards my belly and touched my cock. When her soft hand fondled my cock I felt so good. “oh god.. You are going to enter me with this one, this is something iron rod” she ask to me with fear on her eyes.. “Nothing to worry darling, you will feel heaven.. “ by saying this I guided my cock into her pussy. I ask her to kiss me.. She kissed me on my lips.. I locked her lips with. They will not wait for us to go on the morning ride. You are not needed at work until the afternoon. If you want a date first, then wake me in the usual manner. Otherwise, I’m sure you know what to do.Love, TrentI then slip another note under Dahlia’s door. This one instructing her to take over the morning meeting, should I not be there.With everything ready for tomorrow morning, I head to bed.I have gotten so used to morning head that I don’t always wake up until I am close to orgasm. Having. There was that moment of panic when you were driving to work and you felt something trying to invade your consciousness. It was that feeling of a dark, heavy presence pushing your consciousness down into a deep recess of your soul that made you want to jump out of your skin, slam your foot on the accelerator, and crash into the bus that was turning into the intersection.Then there was the surreal experience of watching yourself bleed to death as the paramedics and fire fighters tried to extract.