I've gotten about halfway through his thesis -- the Burney book. I've read none of the other items. I thought I'd waste tomorrow reading through them...." Sounds just great. I barely remember those names from grad school." For someone in contemporary fiction, the eighteenth century was a luxury: for Jim, four-letter words were the prerequisite, along with a rich vocabulary of gay jargon and a subscription to Rolling Stone. Bibliographical knowledge was limited to the Village Voice, the East. I shifted Sandy a bit and started sucking her breasts. Her breasts were better then of her mom’s. I kept sucking her while I fingered her. Then I moved her side on berth and kept kissing her and fingering her pussy. Avantika started kissing Sandy’s breasts. Sandy was moaning and her body was moving with my finger movements.Avantika held me by my hair took my face and started kissing me. She lay me on my back and then both of them moved down to my dick. While Avantika was sucking my dick Sandy. I did date a couple of women. One from the office and one I got talking to at one of the parties. But neither showed much of a spark. Their idle chatter about clothes, what ‘people’ were doing and about the movies they had seen irritated me to the point where it was on the tip of my tongue to ask them whether they had ever been cunt whipped! Of course decorum prevailed. Also boredom to the point that even if they had been willing to stay over with me, I found myself disinterested and didn’t. She lifts the package, rolls it onto its side, lifts it, and rolls it again. It revolves as methodically as her mind, rotating back to the same thoughts again and again.She opens the pack; only one smoke remaining. She glances at the clock; enough time to get out later, but now she’s focused on enjoying one thing. She jiggles the pack until the white filter of the cigarette pokes out above the opening. She quickly grasps it in her teeth and slides out the long, white smoke. The zippo.