“So that wasn’t fucking, what we did?” she asked, lying down beside me, hugging me. “Uh uh, just penetration, or intercourse. I guess legally ...it’s all the same, but it isn’t, not really.” “Your thing feels hot.” “Don’t say thing. You’re a smart girl; you know the names of parts. It’s full of blood. That’s what makes it hard.” She nodded. “I know. Penis, right?” I kissed her and rolled over atop her. She spread her legs and lifted her knees. I eased it back into her once and got it lubricated. Could this be a prelude to me getting the real bad thing? Hell yes, it could, and I was scared. I really didn’t want to die, not of AIDS. Shit. I had to think.The drive to Turtle Park was only about four miles. I found a shady table to plant myself and ruminate. The day was sunny and warm, well it was still summer for a couple more weeks; a few months more and it would be the year 2000. Years came and went in my life all without a lot of meaningfulness, not for me.I thought about how my death. Why do you think I became such a bitch to you? I was jealous of her. I wanted you. I wanted to feel you kiss me, not her. I wanted to feel you make love to me, not her. Do you understand?"I am floored at this point, I have no idea what to say. I know there is no way I can say what I really want to. No time for that. I know that if I tried I would lose my nerve to do what I really wanted, no desired, to do right now. I want to make love to her. I stand up and walk around the couch take the. "For your information he is in his mid-seventies and much respected in this country." Well it isn't for his personal hygiene; I don't think he's had a bath for twenty years," she snapped back."You forget yourself," said Derek quietly, as he took the dog whip from its accustomed place on the dresser, "And you have forgotten your place for the last time. When I've reminded you of your exact status, you can go and pack your make-up. You're leaving. I'm selling you to anyone who wants to buy.