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hard, oiled cock. “Oh, you gorgeous girl,” he murmurs, watching her writhe on the bed, bringing herself ever closer to climax, and imagining his creamy cum all over her belly. Her fingers move faster, in and out of her juicy pussy, juicy as a ripe peach and just as delicious.
    â€œI want a lover!” she yells, her desire blasting into the ether as her orgasm pulses through her body and sends her consciousness flying to the far ends of the universe.
    His window receives creamy gems that run down the glass as Con’s request for a lover wafts out into the dark night like a wisp of perfume in search of a nose.

“‘Ducking for apples—change one letter and it’s the story of my life.’” Con reads this DP quote from notes she has jotted in her copy of
The Portable Dorothy Parker
, the bible of Dot disciples everywhere. It’s October, and with the enchanted scent of sorcery and witchcraft in the air, the girls have repaired to big leather chairs in front of a fireplace at The Keg Mansion.
    â€œThere’s a ghost in this old house,” says Wanda, crossing her aubergine-stockinged legs.
    â€œMaybe it’s Raymond Massey,” offers Rose. “As a child he frolicked in this mansion. It was his grandparents’ pad.”
    â€œDo you think he knew Dot in Hollywood?” asks Con, after ordering a Shirley Temple.
    â€œI’m sure he did,” Rose says. “Or on Broadway. And Dottie was probably a fan of his highly publicized divorce, too, which, incidentally, became the basis of the movie
Adam’s Rib
.”
    â€œWith Kate Hepburn,” Con adds.
    â€œAbout whom Dot once said she ran the gamut of emotions from A to B.” Rose savours the nutmeg-and-cream fragrance of her Brandy Alexander, a cocktail invented by one of Mrs. Parker’s fellow wits.
    â€œHey, speaking of marriage,” Wanda says, “are you and Tyler going to tie the knot now that there’s a baby on the way?”
    â€œTie the knot indeed.” Con sneers. “That’s just what marriage is, you know—a bunch of confused and fraying threads bound up in an inescapable knot. Knots may be useful in prawn traps or decorative in macramé or even sexy in bondage, but—”
    â€œBondage?” Wanda interrupts. She looks into Con’s eyes with that tell-me-all look.
    â€œYeah, as in S/M, Wanda,” Con says, cooling down from her marriage rant and warming to the new subject.
    â€œAre you into that?” Wanda asks.
    â€œOnce there was this man. He was nine years older than me,” Con replies.
    â€œDo tell,” Rose prods.
    â€œIt was one of those brief but intense affairs,” Con explains, munching on a maraschino cherry.
    Wanda arranges the folds of her chartreuse dirndl and asks, “And so you were into the S/M thing with him?”
    â€œMe, I liked the clothes,” Con states matter-of-factly. “Shiny rubber things made my ass look like something not quite real. But humiliation and pain weren’t really big turn-ons for me, so I played dress up and didn’t take it too seriously.
    â€œThen one day I found ‘mummification’ in the search history of his computer. He wasn’t into ancient Egypt, so I confronted him. I sensed dark secrets. ‘You haven’t been telling me everything,’ I said. ‘What are you talking about?’ was his response. ‘Even a bottom has to speak up and say what he wants,’ I demanded while I wagged his butt plug in his face. ‘I was hoping you’d find your inner dominatrix,’ he replied, passing the buck. And that infuriated me, like everything was my responsibility. ‘Clearly, the anus was on you,’ I yelled, meaning onus, of course.
    â€œWe both looked at the plug and burst out laughing. But I realized then that my playing at it wasn’t enough for him. He’d come to understand that, too, and so he broke it off with me. I