Subduedvoices,hoarseandhusky,couldbeheardingfromtheroomoftheoldcouple，soundingmoredesoteandsorrowfulthahequietnight．Lavernecouldnotquitemakeoutwhatwasbeingsaid，butretlyshehadoftenheardMr．Johnsonsay，"Thehumanbodyislikeatoolthatnotonlyknowshowtouseitself，butknowsandco-retewitheachother’sneeds．Itisthisco-retionthatstituteshumansociety.”ShehadheardMrs．Johnsonsay，"Fateislikeafactory，welldesignedandwellequipped，butnomatterhowgoodqualitytrolis，thereisboundtobesomeroduct.”ButLavernecouldnotfullyuandthesewordsandtheirsignifice．Shedidnotbothertoturnonthelightsassheehemastersuite，formerlythebedroomofMr．andMrs．Johnson，whichtheycouldnolongeroccupysiheirinfirmitywouldnotallowthemtoclimbupstairsanymore．Forvenience’ssake，theyexgedquarterswithLaverne,whousedtosleepinaroomdownstairs．Brittle,artificiallightwouldonlybringmorefatigueandshewasexhaustedafterhavingtakehreesickpeopleallday．Sheaowledgedsadlythatherparentswereslidingswiftlyonthedoathandneededherfulttention，sothatshenolongerhadenougheodomuchforherbrother．Sheptedtheideaofsendinghimbacktothespecialschoolforthementallydisabled，wherehehadattendedbefore，sothatshecouldtrateonthecareofherparents．Butunfortunately,Markdidnotlikeitthereandranbaeasoftenashecould．Toforcehimtoliveinaninstitutioedwouldnotbefairtohim，butthehimgounsupervisedwhereverhefanciedwasjustasirresponsible．Lavernewasinaquandaryanddidnotknowwhattodo，soshepushedtheproblemtothebackofhermindaedthetemperatureofthewateriubwhichwasalmostfull．
Inthedimnightlight，shebeganstrippingoffthefabricumberingherbody．Sheyawnedandstretchedinfrontofthefull-sizemirrorbehihroomdoorandexaminedherrefle．Yes，herfatherwasright，shethought，humanbodieswereliketools．Therewasagreatsimiritybetweenhernakedbodyandabaremetaltool,forhadn’tsheusedherbodytodoalotofworksincem?Shecaressedhercurvaceouslyproportionalfigureaawarmsensitivityupontouch，asifthevigorandvitalityimprisohatbodywasreadytoburstout，likeawet，saturatedspongewherewateroozedoutwhensqueezed．Yes，shethought，thehumanbodynotonlyknewhowtouseitself，butknewandcouldco-retetoanothermaletooltofulfillitsneeds．Shesteppeddaintilyintothebathtubandyinthewarmwater，lettiensemusclesrexandloosen，releasiigueoltheday．Spshingwateragainstherbodytowashawaytheperspiratiohoughtofhermother’swordsonhowFatewaslikeawelldesigned，wellequippedfactory，butshethoughtthatthehumanbody，too，waslikeafactorythatcouldproduotherlifejustasintricateasitself，butcouldnotguaraheperfeoftheproduct．
Slender，nimblefingerskeptspshingwateronherbody，causingripplesier，whichremindedherofhowsheandMarkwentrowinginaboatonesummerdaywhentheywereyoung，slowlypaddlingonthequietriver．Mark’sstrongarmseasilymaniputedthetwooars，whileshesatquietlyenjoyingtheseryonbothshores，withastrarotectherfromthesun．Inhermemory，Mark，solidandstaleasamountain，wassomeoneshecouldalwaysrelyon．Butthatwasyearsago．Nowtheyhadbothgrownup．Notonlyhadherbodydevelopedandmatured，herthoughtstoobecamemoreplex．ButMarkwhilephysicallyhuskyandrobusthadretaiheIQofachild，stillrevelinginfairytales．Wasthatatragedyorablessingindisguise?Thefeeble-mindedMarkdidnothavetofacetheplexproblemsofmodernsociety，buthercouldheexperiehesatisfaandhappinessofsolvingthoseproblems．RetlyneighborshadtoldhertheyhadseenMarkfooroundwiththehookersinthepark，whoteasedandpyedpracticaljokesonhim,gettinghimtoshowhispenisinpublidtellinghim10+10=21．Theseithatafternooohermind，causingherhearttobeatfasterandherbreathtoequicker．Straionscametoherandthesalivainhermouthseemedtomultiplyonitsown．Mark’srgepeniswasonlyapartofhishugebody,likehismuscurarmsorelephantinelegs，whythendiditmakeherheartflutterandcausehersuchrestlessfusion?Lavernequicklysatupiubandwashedoffthesoapsuds．Asshedriedanddressedherself，puttingonherunderajamas，shethoughtthatshemusttryandprotectMarkfromfallingahaplessvictimtotheAIDSviruswhichreadingatanarmihatafternoonshehadboughtsomeextrargesatthedrugstore,butdidnotknowhowtoteachhimtousethemforhisownprote．Thebestsolutionwas,ofcourse，forMr．Johnsontodoso，butgivenhispresentstateofhealth，hemayoit．Shehadmadeuphermind，thatshouldtheoccasionrise，shewaswillingtomaketheultimatesacrifidgiveherselftohimasanoutletforthenaturalsexualurges,whichmightotherwiseleadhimtounsafesexoutsidehome．
Thecoldraysofthefullmoonemphasizedthesizeainessofthespaastersuite．Laverontheedgeofthekingsizebed，whichhadoheintimateloveandslumberofayoungcouple，nowpushedrelentlesslybyTimetowardsthefinallihefloodoflife,theironceyoungandsupplebodiesnowparalyzedorhalf-paralyzed．Theirhoarse，indistinctmurmurscouldstillbeheard，likeapairofsleeplessphantoms,versinginthedeepofthenight．Sittingtherealoneuhemoonlight，Lavernesuddenlyhadtheeeriefeelingthattherewasanotherheartbeatingnearby．Shelookedsharplyaroundandinaerwherethemoonlightdidnotreach，shedisedapairofpiergeyeswatgher．
"Mark！"shecriedout，"Whatareyoudoinghere?"Thenpattingthebedshesaid，"ehere．Whyaren’tyouinbed?"Markwalkedoververyslowlyandstoopeddowninfrontofher，puttinghisbeseeghandssilentlyonherknees．Lavernelookeddownathistroubled，yearningeyesanduoodtheplexurgesraginginsidehim，whichhecouldheruandnorexpress．Shetookhiminherarmsandpattedhiswideshouldersasifshewasfafavoritepet，saying"PoorMarkyboy!"thinkingitwastimetogiveherselftohimandsosaiddecisively，"Youmaydowhateveryouwanttodo.”Mark’shugewarmhalycaressedhersoft，yieldingbodyandshegavethemfullreiingthemroamwherevertheywould．Iy，Markhimselfwasnotsurewhyhehadetoherroom．Hisviolebeatswerelikebattledrumshasteninghimon．Perhapshehadeforaothepuzzliionsthathadtormentedhissimplemindafterlookingatthepraphicmagazineshefound，suchas
"Whydon’tfemaleshavepenises?Howthendidtheytakealeak?"
"Whydidthemalepeerthefemalebody．Itwaslikeakeyfittedintoa1ocktoopenitup”．
”Howdoesitfeel?"Whereverthewarmhandstouched,thefabriherbodyfelway,remindinghere,beautifulbutterflyMarkcaughthtspringmandwhosewioreoffonebyone．Shefeltlikethatbutterflybeingdismantledwhehimripoffhertiny，gingpanties．Markpartedherlegsarated．Shefeltwetbutpainful．Painfulbutsweet．
WheelsscreechedasLavereppedonthebrakestoavoidcollidingheadlongwithanoningmotorcycle，whichflewbywithrecklessspeed．Astheriderspedaway,heturnedhisheadandsneered，"Areyoublind?Wannaitsuicide?"Inthatinstant，DimitrireizedthehideousfaceofBig-O，theringleaderwhowasstrongasanox．Theskywasalmostdark，withonlyanetibythesettingsun．Thecarcruisedonroundandround，butnoMarkwastobeseen．ActuallyMarkwasattheerofthepark．Itwasgettingdark，justthetimewhehenightemerge，andhemingledhappilyamongthem，gdforsomuchattentionandpany．Lastnight，hearingLaverionshewassideringsendinghimbacktothespecialschoolwhichhehated，heclimbedoverthewallsofthehousewheneveryonewasasleepandranaway．Helovedtoroamaboutaimlessly，lettinghislimbsriseandfallwiththetideoftime．Nownightwasagainabouttofall．Hewassittingonaparkbenchtalkingtoabrazenlydressed，ultraexposedwoman，
"Whatareyoudoing,Mark?Doingyourbeaverpatrol?"
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