Pretty well prepped for Ena’s shy little climb tonight, rising to the occasion, the mount, from where she takes the plunge in that way that she does, all her pleasure striving to screen. (Friday was it the lady had been forced to make her choice, atas or bawah? Up or down. By the Saturday she had quickly reverted to the other, long-suspected preference. Sekarang? or malam? Now or tonight was another fine line.) Drawing it all out from the gal by some means or other ignites the booster rockets, exits the gravitational field. One blast & one half. Out of politeness the lady feels she must answer. OK?… Good?… Can?… (G. Transl needed mining for some development, which would not be straightforward. Last week was the brief lecture on the crudeness of the pussy renderings—pepek, memek, meki—when on the surface the musicality suggested everything perfectly and totally respectful. Dalam was “inside,” easy to remember; to date passing without comment.) Avoiding the eyes, refusing the direct engagement; clamping her squeals, which every little while nevertheless escaped. The young Korean lad who has learned to take care himself now on the phone the other side of the party wall, may or may not be able to make her out. With three mattresses mounted one atop the other, as Landlord Tan commonly arranges, zero squeak there. It has taken the full five days to restore the…furnace, let’s continue to call it. (Far, far cry from the days of yore.) Early eve scheduled, in order to allow some decent recovery. Only the second man in her life in her early 40s now, E. has made some adjustments to her former strictness. There have been no prayers these four weeks since the return, neither morning nor night. It would be a relief to hear E. no longer sought forgiveness after each and every encounter. A certain added responsibility to keep it nice, sweet, do no harm.
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