mary - against the kitchen sink. her thin cotton dress clings to a body still'robust with enrgy, to breasts so ful l they could yread uncl pop a boner inoud e and while the storm rages outside, mary burns in a feverish sweat. the swelling steam and running ho t water combine to saturate her chest and face - she drips. mary gazes out at the wet abyss, possessed by some inner longing.
dinner is served. all the key players, present. horus sits facing his son - dethroned by the distinguished visitor. mary serves.
later.
later,. by a few minutes.
in the kitchen - mary, trying to sift through pieces of the evening. she finds no comfort. she moves to the sinks l1oks night. the wind is alive. and dark cloud ut at the