"And before anyone could reply Maggie strode determinedly to the stage,climbed up onto it, and continued to and through the wings in search ofa backst...age confrontation with the impresarios of the ballet.She found Lucky Five-Cent in a corridor giving Monica Rafferty hisversion of an after-show "rap-up". Monica was dressed in a simplewhite blouse and black slacks, her only affectation being a paisleysilk neckerchief. Five-Cent, in seeking gangsta chic, looked quite thewangsta: He was dressed. It was Rachel and Dr.Olivia van Norfleet. I don't know if it was the expressions on theirfaces or the way they were dressed--well tailored businessprofessional--that made them look like worship was the very last thing ontheir minds. Whatever it was, my stomach felt like that point in theroller coaster ride where the bottom suddenly drops out of everything andyou are plunged down screaming.I turned to catch Nathan's eye and saw three police cars, speeding west,suddenly turn into the church. ‘Violet is a wonderful woman, and I am lucky to have her. Beautiful, yes.’ ‘Can you take some pride in her beauty?’ Nancy said. ‘I’d be afraid to be seen with her.’ Trin did not answer the question. ‘Why?’ ‘I don’t want someone to take her from me.’ She said. Nancy growled. ‘Dammit Trin. You’re better than this and you know it.’ She roared. Her voice pinned Trin to the couch. Trin’s pupils became pinpoints. Nancy rarely, if ever yelled at her. ‘Don’t fuck with me.’ Trin snapped back. ‘Why not?. ." she whispered in a stream of erotic consciousness. She slowed her strokes, rotating her hips to drive me deeper and slower inside her. Her pubic mane ground wetly against mine, saturated with sex juices as our hairs intermingled. My hands explored her body, as if looking for another part of her to stimulate. My fingers found her anus and slid easily inside, the coating of perspiration and pre-cum wetting her entire crack. She gasped when I pushed in. I felt the inside of her rectum, soft and.