Even happier than at Lindy's, when he first proposed, or so it seemed to him, was the day they left his Wall Street attorney's offices with a few papers signed. This even happier day, it seemed to him, she finally believed the thing would happen: They would be married, a marriage there would be.
And that night after that happy day was a very good binge with her....Very, very good. She had about three fits. And she almost craved being bounced and pounded into some kind of oblivion—or craved riding him into some sort of breakdown. Like it was a sexual rodeo, and she had to break something unbroken, his flawless prick. A miracle she didn't.
Wednesday
Her happiest day
