I draw again, and wait a moment. Porn nah. Her exposed clit outside her stomach grinds and presses against the floor as she howls. A fifth, then half, then soon enough the entire bottle empties to the last drop. The screen of the crystal display says it’s Robert. I draw in half circles, and the head of her own clit invades her mouth, and dives deep down her throat then reaching her stomach. Must be dinner time. We approach the center of the room when– *buzzz* My phone hums against my leg. First a leg, then her two hands, then her second leg. She does not know what is ahead.
