She says, “Now, Daddy, you’ve got to make me cum. I really wish I could stay, and I really want to write her a note explaining that I’m in this state on a business trip. XXX in her brain, but a deep-seated part of her, born into the psyche by evolution, was pushing aside those screams. She was sitting down and peeling off those velvety green pajama pants, then shaking her butt rhythmically at both me and the camera. I wasn’t controlling her words anymore, or forcing those paralytic chemicals to stick around in her head. in Christian eschatology, the bodily assumption of a Christian into heaven. But her mother will already wonder about the grass stains on the PJ’s.
