What? The easy assurance? Was that what got her...
What? The easy assurance? Was that what got her going? The comfort taken by Bill Orcutt in being Bill Orcutt, his contentment in being Bill Orcutt? Was it because he wouldn't dream of slighting you even if both you and he knew that you weren't up to snuff? Was it his appropriateness that got her going like that, the flawless appropriateness, how very appropriately he played his role as steward of the Morris County past? Was it the sense he exuded of never having had to grub for anything or take shit from anyone or be at a loss as to how to behave even when the wife on his arm was a hopeless drunk? Was it because he'd entered the world expecting things not even a Weequahic three-letterman begins to expect, that none of us begin to expect, that the rest of us, if we even get those things by working our asses off for them, still never feel entitled to? Was that why she was in heat over the sink--because of his inbred sense of entitlement? Or was it the laudable environmentalism? Or was it the great art? Or was it simply his cock? Is that it, Dawn dear? I want an answer! I want it tonight! Is it just his cock?
The Swede could not stop imagining the particulars of Orcutt fucking his wife any more than he replica omega seamaster planet ocean could stop imagining the particulars of the rapists fucking his daughterTonight the imagining would not let him be "Decency?" Marcia said to Orcutt, foxily smiling back at him"Much overvalued, wouldn't you say, the seductions of decency and civility and convention? Not the richest response to life I can think of
"So what do you recommend for 'richness'?" Orcutt asked her"The high road of transgression?"
The patrician architect was amused by the literature professor and the menacing figure she tried to cut in order to appall the squaresAmused! But the Swede could not turn the dinner party into a battle for his wifeThings were bad enough without colliding with Orcutt in front of his parentsAll he had to do was to not listen to himYet each time that Orcutt spoke, every word antagonized him, convulsed him with spite and hatred and sinister thoughts
