Ferris, Jim / Facts of life
What it tastes like, p. 31
What It Tastes Like The first time I did it I was somewhere else, watching, waiting for the moment- so that's what it tastes like-the hard, moist, soft moment when-the first time I had her take my brace off, strap by leather strap, the beast comes off, and then she went one further-rubbed my leg, massaged my shameful condition, and I came as close as I had ever been to living outside my hardened little self How can you blame me for marrying her? I didnit know what I was doing down there, but eager beaver learner. Wish I'd thought to rub my leg-wish she had too. Made that part up. Made up the leg too. Made up the marriage, her death, my life. The taste was real. The hardest thing is the hardest thing was the fucking brace. 3'
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