2 August 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 2

Why?

by NEIL DE LA FLOR

Because his penis was there in my hand as a butter knife would have been in my hand if I was about to butter bread. I wasn't about to butter bread or say no but I was happy nonetheless. It was a little weapon, a toy.

What was it like?

It was like he wouldn't listen to me but listening to me the way our father would listen to us with his eyes closed nodding yay ya, yay ya.

Ever consider keeping your big mouth shut?

With lipstick on it's hard to keep my mouth shut.

True, you never could be silent, not even with headgear.

Imagine the power of lips glossed to the max, fuchsia beyond the wildest fuchsia. The purse just fell out of my mouth and eve