23 JAN 95

Yesterday I was reading Sexus in the CQ room and caught hell for it. Marley and DeBenedictis started reading choice passages aloud and I nearly died I was so embarrassed. I told them it’s classic literature but as far as they’re concerned it’s pornography. Untrue, but in the light of this passage I guess I have a weak defense:

She had on a silk bathrobe and a pair of silk hose. As she stooped over the tub to put the towels on the rack her bathrobe slid open. I slid to my knees and buried my head in her muff. It happened so quickly that she didn’t have time to rebel, or even to pretend to rebel. In a moment I had her in the tub, stockings and all. I slipped the bathrobe off and threw it on the floor. I left the stockings on- it made her look more lascivious-looking, more the Cranach type. I lay back and pulled her on top of me. She was just like a bitch in heat, biting me all over, panting, gasping, wriggling like a worm on a hook.

Now they’re always teasing me about it. “Hey, Rainwater! Read any good books lately?” Please.