Juanita lay in bed. He was in the uncomfortable sofa. Some of the last parts of the conversation had been going on in the darkness. "It's strange that we have been talking a lot about sex," said Juanita. "We're friends," he said, "and it interests us." He rolled around in the sofa under the short blanket. "I think you should come over here, you sound uncomfortable," she said. He thought about her red hair and moved slowly over to the bed. Her body was warm. She started moving her small body against him; it seemed feverish. She started moaning and pressed harder against him. He kissed her closed lips. He kissed her breasts and felt her buttocks and panties. Her legs kept urging his body towards her and he slipped her pants down to her knees. He put his hands on her thighs. And now she said "No," moaning and pressing against him. "Is there something wrong?" he said. "No," she said. He moved away from her and then went down with his head between her thighs. He kissed her up and down from the knees, kissed her navel, put his tongue in there. Her body moved against his head. He moved his head and tongue down and… concentrated… on her female phallus… But where was… it? He kissed and licked. But where… he moved his hands up her thighs… to fixate her female phallus… before his head. Now… he understood… either his thumbs and tongue had grown grotesquely… or this was the smallest… he had ever… Aware of the proportions now, in the darkness, his hands and tongue became effective… and soon she screamed… once… twice…three times. Now he was really excited himself and… she screamed no, no, no, no more please, no… and she bit him hard in the elbow and sat up in the bed.
It was after this his body became in italics. That is, after that first night in bed he had control over everything. He would lie in bed at night or in the morning. Juanita would enter in the tiniest leather outfit — in fact the lower part was mainly a display of ports of entry while the upper part held her flat breast in a tight grip. She had thin motorcycle glows with naked fingers, which she would use at the end of each act to finalize his male quest for linearity. He would say, "Enter," as she waited on the threshold — and then indicate with his fingers that she should crawl toward the bed. The whip lay ready by his left arm in bed. He had a timer on the bed table so she could kiss him phallocentrically for exactly 120 seconds at the beginning of each session. He used the timer for various other acts but generally he just told her what to do and when to stop.
He would say, "Who is the master of all things," and she would reply, "You Max are the master of all things." Then he would crack three eggs in her carrot-red hair and watch the white and yellow trickle down her forehead and into her eyes (she was not allowed to close her eyes). Then came the whip. He would lash it 12 times in her hair and watch the white and yellow scramble on the whip. After that she would stand on her head, against the wall and he would crack three more eggs between her legs. He then whipped her there 12 times and counted loudly. Each time she cried out the number to mirror his voice in a tone that would indicate an increase in sexual pleasure — and finally orgasm. After that she would stand on all four, head against the same wall, and he would crack three more eggs on her, arched, back. He would then anoint her anus and then whip her as hard as he could, counting to 12 three times. When the area was perfectly red he would insert the whip into her. When he took out the whip again she would turn around and come toward him with her hands and head to satisfy him finally and phallocentrically. And, slowly, slowly, that was it.
This is the power of italics. And if he had not kept becoming in his italic body none of this would have happened. 'This is not what Nietzsche meant by dancing,' he thought, 'but this is the only way to make Juanita reproductive again.' And to be sure, gradually everything abstract about her body disappeared.
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Several days later she woke up at seven and served him dinner. Dear reader, this was only the beginning of a long and socially successful marriage.
