“Isn’t it wonderful,” Marcella said, “to have a nice soft bed to lie down in? It seemed to happen when he looked at his mother, or at her, without
their clothes on. xxx We must
thank the Lord for providing it.”
They never went through the ritual of kneeling to pray before they went to bed,
because their religion taught that they should constantly express their gratitude for
God’s blessing, no matter where they were or what they were doing. And they should
never ask for things. Her mother and brother didn’t notice. The Lord had told her this was permissible, and she always accepted His
word. She turned off the lamp, opened the window drapes to let some fresh air and
moonlight into the room, and walked to the bed. Marcella bent forward, letting her breasts swoop and hang down while she
ungartered her stockings. Her body throbbed. She moaned and writhed as
