Noreen smiled at the twinkle in Jacquette's eyes. She grabbed up a towel and began to dry herself off.
She was still hot.
Twat throbbed.
Snatch bubbled.
Bung burned.
Tits tingled.
Craw craved cock.
"You know, Noreen. Now that you're leaving, I'll tell you a kind of secret."
"You never have been-"
"Oh, shit! You knew it. Yeah. So what? I'm a virgin too. I would have told you just as soon as I lost it-"
"I recognized your act. You just found me out first-and I didn't care to pry-"
"After all my dirty talk. You still weren't convinced I fucked and sucked?"
"You were never specific. Just yiped off in general terms. And I knew you never did anything with anyone on the circuit."
"Yeah. All fags. Or morons. Geeks. Either that or married. Worse."
"I'll miss you, little sissy."
"All I can say is: Have fun in the free world."
Chapter 2
Noreen screwed her lips about the burning butt of the cigarette. She glanced aimlessly at the slices of human head popping up in front of her, above the backrests to the seats of the airplane cabin.
She then directed her gaze to her own fits, confirming the apparent thickness of the nipples visible through the thin material of her jersey. Noreen ran her hands over her haunch.
Feeling the applelike curves and crispness of her hips and ass.
"This bod is good stuff," Noreen muttered amidst a puff of smoke. "Just not the right stuff if you happen to be a gymnast."
She thought for another moment. Told herself all over again that in a sublime sense her life had not been crushed-she had, rather, been revived. Indeed, when one looked at it from this vantage, her natural athletic abilities had been in part a curse on the course her life.