A hot night and Miki couldn’t sleep. Mommy and Daddy were out late so Miki slipped into Dad’s library where it was always cool. She lay for a while on the leather couch on her back looking up at the ceiling and the bookshelves and then she climbed the forbidden ladder. Would Daddy notice if a top shelf book went missing for a while? There were so many to choose from. Little Birds. The Pearl. Delta of Venus. Fermata. Vox. My Life and Loves. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Some of them had rich leather covers. Some of them had broken spines. Some of them had thin milky stains not quite rubbed out. Lying in Bed. Emmanuelle. Tropic of Capricorn. The Sign of the Scorpion. The Image. Laura’s Toes. Candy. Autobiography of a Flea. Angela. She pulled one down. Thinking Girl. She opened it to page fifty-two.

He burrowed through my fur, pursed his lips, blew, and the orange darted up my cunt like a goldfish. He tongued it from behind. I lay still. My legs were forced high and back; my knees were bent. My fingers gripped the sheet. I contracted my stomach, pelvic and vaginal muscles as the

Oh oh, a noise.

Miki jammed the book back in its slot and hurried down the ladder. She slipped into the hall and scampered toward her bedroom. But it was a false alarm. Her parents were not home yet. She looked back toward the library, but strolled casually into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out an orange.

Daddy’s couch felt good on Miki’s bottom. His books were so exciting. The naughty words made her tingle. Cunny slit. Fuck. Spunk. Miki’s nipples were getting so puffy. Her puss too. Puffy and tingly and wet. Such a slippery wet. Too dark to read now. But the leather felt so good, like a kiss on her bare bottom. It smelled good too. Like leather. Like orange. Orange and leather. She would have to peel it soon. The orange. Peel it and eat it. The book was so big. So heavy. So naughty, pressing on her bare belly. Pressing and pressing. So good. Pressing.

The light snapped on. Oh no!

“Daddy?”

“Hi pumpkin.”

“I’m dreaming, right, Daddy?”

“Yes, pumpkin. You’re dreaming. Now off to bed with you. And don’t forget your orange.”

Miki woke up in her bed. She took a deep breath. Goodness, what a dream, she thought. She sat up, stretched, and took another deep breath. Orange.