"An A for ass, the sweetest, juiciest ass ever! Let me unbutton you. Stand up. I want to pull your pants down. I want to smell your cunt and get ray finger in it and suck your juices off. You're not wearing panties, you slut! Let me get a fistful of that fresh hairy pie. God, you're dripping! Your pussy feels like a hot river, flowing onto my hands."

"Is that how Hemingway would have described it?" the girl asked, her voice taking on a tinny, almost adolescent innocent quality. But the laugh at the end of her question spoiled the effect, unless the laugh was the effect she aimed for.

"Fuck Hemingway!" Tom said hoarsely.

"Fuck Hemingway?" the girl replied. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you!" And again that adolescent voice broke into a knowing giggle. A giggle that turned into a long, succulent moan. "Oh, Lord, crook your finger again! I think I'm gonna come!"

"You'll come when I'm ready to let you come," Tom answered, "and that will be when dump a gallon of sticky cum up your tubes, baby, not before. Yeah, wiggle out of those pants. Kick them out of the way. When I get tenure, I'll have a bigger office, we won't have to put up with cramps. Mmmm, your snatch is so tight and wet and juicy, I want to eat it all up! Maybe when I get tenure we'll be together, you and me. All the time. Not just when we sneak around. Do you like that idea? Crimp your pussy if you like it. Ouch! You can stop crimping! I think you're trying to break my finger! I'll bet you could crack walnuts in that hole of yours, couldn't you?"

"Put your walnuts in me and find out," the girl giggled. "But why do I have to take my pants off and you get to keep yours on, hmmm?"

Joanne heard the clicking of a belt, and she knew what was happening. The voices on the intercom didn't have to give it to her in vivid detail, detail that would make the whole thing as clear as if she were in that cramped little office with them, with her husband this – this girl, this – whoever, whatever she was. Joanne felt her legs weakening and she eased against the edge of the desk, unsure whether she'd ever be able to stand up again.