This was the transmission of a cure, not the disease itself, and the experts could only speculate. Maybe I had a magic penis. Even the experts laughed... at Pete’s stupid joke.Over time, as we grew closer, we began to openly refer to ourselves as ‘rats’ and the non-infected as ‘cats’. More and more of the women slept in the family bed. Eventually, our room became wall-to-wall mattresses. But that was later; this was now.We had been in Murray three days when the California contingent arrived. Pete. I sat in the armchair and not thinking my fingers under the cotton dress. While staring at a stupid political gathering on the TV, I pierce the nipple with the other hand and start to caress her with a slim palm. Suddenly, I'm scared. Someone rings at the entrance door. I give my fingers and I feel the scent of swollen pussy, which has already begun to frighten. Disappointed I go down and open the door.- What the fuck you fuckin 'to do for five minutes? "my crazy fiance Ana in the light skirt. Even the ones in Persian, as I correctly assumed they wouldn’t be in the library unless they were very interesting.I was a failure at Formal Music, much preferring the reels and rounds of the lands folk, Formal Music was an acquired- affectation, I would say. I would be surprised if anyone genuinely appreciated listening to Formal Music for it’s own bare aesthetic. I took a standard Italian Lute, and tortured it far beyond it’s traditional intentions to create some very appreciated and lively. She didn’t need to explain, though. She just pulled my head to her and put a kiss on me that made me forget about what I was doing. I guess I got a little carried away, ‘cause there was a grease-mark on that tie-together blouse she was wearing, right over her left boob. Mary Beth just glanced down at it and grinned.“I better go home and get this scrubbed out before Mama sees it,” she said. “But since it’s already got a mark on it...” she pulled me in for another kiss and put my hand right back.