Morning After 4

"There really is no context."
"They really mean that the context is only temporary. Look at any text. It occurs at a certain time and in a certain place. That is context. The text is not absolute."
"The individual is a text, isn't she?"

Jay looked into Rachel's eyes. He kissed her eyes, then his mind went blank. He kissed her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth. He imagined that his tongue was fishing for a strawberry in a dish, a pure ripe strawberry, lovely adn sugary in its taste. He sucked her tongue and tried to squeeze all its taste from it. Then he bit it as if it were a strawberry."

"Ouch."
"Ouch."

Then he went down
onto
her breasts
which reminded him of an Asian pear.
He looked at the nipple
and sucked
then rounded his tongue
around her breast.

She squeezed his head around herself, wanting him to enter her and launch a miraculous sperm deep inside of her, finding an egg then... but when he entered her, the light in his mind went out. He fell softly on top of her....

Jay was shaving in the morning, completely refreshed. He felt a new jubilance, a happiness he could not explain. He was ready to go to his law office and attack the new case with vigor.

"Jay, what happened last night?"
"I had a blackout."
"And you're ok with that?"
"Yes. I feel like a new man."
"Jay, I think you should see the neurologist."
"I will."

Jay smiled at Rachel then kissed her freshly.

"I will make the appointment today," Rachel stated.