She stood on the podium, beaming, and began waving to everyone in slow motion. Her hand glided right to left, left to right, a panoramic benediction that didn’t miss a single soul. The bouquet tucked near her bosom exuded a powerful, fragrant scent, as if its perfume were being piped in from ventilators.

The spotlight enclosing Clarisse in a gilded aura grew brighter and fuzzier, and brighter and fuzzier still, and soon my eyes were watery and burning. I shut my eyes. Opened them. It was dark. A warm, panting dark that smelled of wet rubber. I was planted in a cushy cloud of a lap, and I couldn’t tell if I were looking up or down.

Come on now, pop it into your mouth, a moist voice urged.

I groped in the dark, and found Clarisse’s nipple. I closed my lips around it. It was coarse and gummy. Tiny hairs pinched my tongue. I sucked and sucked on that nipple until there were stars in my eyes and everything felt near to ending