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The
pistoning
grip
on
my
penis
slackened
fractionally
.
I
groaned
and
grabbed
at
her
hand
,
forcing
it
back
into
motion
.
The
move
seemed
to
rekindle
her
,
and
she
went
to
work
again
in
earnest
,
speeding
up
and
slowing
down
,
bending
to
feed
me
her
breasts
or
supplement
her
strokes
with
sucking
and
licking
.
My
time
perception
spiralled
out
of
sight
to
be
replaced
with
an
endless
gradient
of
sensation
that
sloped
upward
,
excruciatingly
slowly
,
towards
a
peak
I
could
hear
myself
begging
for
in
drugged
tones
somewhere
far
away
.
As
the
orgasm
loomed
,
I
was
vaguely
aware
through
the
Merge
Nine
link
that
she
was
sinking
fingers
into
herself
,
rubbing
with
an
uncontrolled
desire
completely
at
odds
with
the
calculation
with
which
she
manipulated
me
.
Fine
-
tuned
by
the
empathin
,
she
brought
on
her
own
peak
a
few
seconds
before
mine
and
as
I
started
to
come
,
she
smeared
her
own
juices
hard
over
my
face
and
thrashing
body
.
Whiteout
.
And
when
I
came
to
,
much
later
,
with
the
Merge
Nine
crash
laid
across
me
like
a
lead
weight
,
she
was
gone
like
a
fever
dream
.
When
you
have
no
friends
,
and
the
woman
you
slept
with
last
night
has
left
you
with
a
screaming
head
and
without
a
word
,
you
have
a
limited
number
of
options
.
When
I
was
younger
I
used
to
go
out
looking
for
squalid
brawls
in
the
streets
of
Newpest
.
This
got
a
couple
of
people
stabbed
,
neither
of
them
me
,
and
led
in
turn
to
my
apprenticeship
in
one
of
the
Harlan
’
s
World
gangs
(
Newpest
chapter
)
.
Later
on
,
I
upgraded
this
kind
of
retreat
by
joining
the
military
;
brawling
with
a
purpose
,
and
with
more
extensive
weaponry
,
but
as
it
turned
out
,
just
as
squalid
.
I
don
’
t
suppose
I
should
have
been
as
surprised
as
I
was
—
the
only
thing
the
marine
corps
recruiters
had
really
wanted
to
know
was
how
many
fights
I
had
won
.
These
days
I
’
ve
evolved
a
slightly
less
destructive
response
to
general
chemical
malaise
.
When
a
forty
-
minute
swim
in
the
Hendrix
’
s
underground
pool
failed
to
dispel
either
the
longing
for
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
torrid
company
or
the
Merge
Nine
hangover
,
I
did
the
only
thing
I
felt
equipped
for
.
I
ordered
painkillers
from
room
service
,
and
went
shopping
.
Bay
City
had
already
settled
into
the
swing
of
the
day
by
the
time
I
finally
hit
the
streets
,
and
the
commercial
centre
was
choked
with
pedestrians
.
I
stood
on
the
edges
for
a
couple
of
minutes
,
then
dived
in
and
began
to
look
in
windows
.
A
blonde
marine
sergeant
with
the
unlikely
name
of
Serenity
Carlyle
taught
me
to
shop
,
back
on
the
World
.
Prior
to
that
I
had
always
employed
a
technique
best
described
as
precision
purchase
.
You
identify
your
target
,
you
go
in
,
get
it
and
come
out
.
You
can
’
t
get
what
you
want
,
cut
your
losses
and
get
out
equally
fast
.
Over
the
period
that
we
spent
together
,
Serenity
weaned
me
off
this
approach
,
and
sold
me
her
philosophy
of
consumer
grazing
.
"
Look
,
"
she
told
me
one
day
in
a
Millsport
coffee
house
.
"
Shopping
—
actual
,
physical
shopping
—
could
have
been
phased
out
centuries
ago
if
they
’
d
wanted
it
that
way
.
"
