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