Sweet Hole
Even as her own eyes brimmed with sorrow she was lifting the tears off the stronger girls cheeks with her lips.
Annie thought of a half-forgotten movie she'd watched with her mother when she was much younger. Japanese peasant woman kneeling on the ground, weeping and picking up individual grains of rice out of the dirt with chopsticks after their village had been attacked and pillaged. She hadn't understood what was happening, why the women were doing that.
"It's because they are so poor," her mother had explained, "they're desperate."
As her tears mixed with Michele's, and she continued to eat both their sorrows with her kisses, she could feel Michele's arms still masturbating beneath her.