Post Office. Chapter III: 13
In bed I had something in front of me but I couldn’t do anything with it. I whaled and I whaled and I whaled. Vi was very patient. I kept striving and banging but I’d had too much to drink.
“Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I rolled off. And went to sleep.
Then something awakened me. It was Vi. She had stoked me up and was riding topside.
“Go, baby, go!” I told her.
I arched my back now and then. She looked down at me with little greedy eyes. I was being raped by a high yellow enchant– ress! For a moment, it excited me.
Then I told her. “Shit. Get down, baby. It’s been a long hard day. There will be a better time.”
She climbed off. The thing went down like an express elevator.
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