“All right, Mother, it’s time you let the cat out of the bag.” Daphne stood behind her mother with her arms folded, tapping her foot. Delilah peered into the vanity mirror, checking her face paint in the glow of the electric bulbs around the perimeter, then looked up at her daughter’s reflection. “About what? I swear, it’s impossible to keep up with you sometimes, flitting from thought to thought.” “Your passage to Americ...

“That’ll be a nickel, ma’am,” the jitney cab driver said over his shoulder. His eyes widened as Delilah leaned forward, giving him an unforgettable view of her vast décolletage and dropping a heavy half-dollar into his calloused hand. “Keep the change, Mac,” she breathed into his ear, giving him a whiff of her exotic Mitsouko perfume and possibly her cock breath, then slid out of the car and shimmied down West 116th Stree...

“So, Father, what’s happening in the news?” Daphne turned and faced the back seat as Tommy piloted the Packard Twin Six north on Broadway in the midmorning traffic. “Oh, all sorts of things,” Harvey replied, rattling his copy of the New York Times. “Here it says ‘Helen Dazu, twenty-three years old, an attractive blonde from Rumania—’” “Blonde?” Daphne scoffed. “I already don’t like her. What did she do?” “I’ll paraphrase....

“Tommy, thank you again for driving us this morning,” Delilah Davenport spoke up from the back seat. She was dressed for tennis, sporting a ribbed white camisole that was stretched to the limit by her enormous tits and was monogrammed with an overlapping “DD” on the upper left. She also wore a matching short skirt that barely covered her expansive ass, white canvas Keds on her feet, and a white headband holding her black...

“Harvey, are you still awake?” The radium-painted hands of the twin-bell alarm clock showed 12:45 AM. Harvey sighed, staring at the ceiling. “What is it, dear?” Delilah asked, rolling towards him and leaning on her elbow. “Incidit in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim,” Harvey (Dartmouth College, Class of 1898) recited from memory. “In English?” “He fell into Scylla, hoping to avoid Charybdis.” “I think you’d better explain...

“Skål!” Niels Sørensen toasted his hosts, and they all downed a shot of akvavit. “Mercy me, that’s different!” Delilah laughed. “Is that caraway?” “By golly, I believe it is,” her husband Harvey replied. The Davenports had invited Niels to their apartment for farewell drinks; he was a visiting professor at Columbia University specializing in the history of Nordic Languages and was due to return to Denmark now that the aca...

“Mrs. Davenport, are you ready?” Delilah shook her head as though coming out of a dream. “Mrs. Davenport?” “Yes, Reed. Thank you. I’ll be right there.” The clarinet player smiled. “Don’t be nervous; we’ve practiced this song six ways from Sunday. Mr. Davenport will love it.” Delilah returned his smile. “Yes, I certainly hope so… and I hope he enjoys what I have planned for afterwards.” Reed’s smile turned devilish. “I can...

“Hiya, angel; want a drink?” “No dice, bub. I just finished convincing my best friend to lay off the sauce.” “Smart kid. That stuff is nothing but trouble.” Julia looked the man up and down. He was older, maybe around thirty? He wore a sharp charcoal gray double-breasted suit with pinstripes, along with a white shirt and a bright red necktie and matching pocket square. Both his patent leather shoes and his dark brillianti...

“Daphne, how many drinks have you had tonight?” “Ugh, Mother, who the hell’s counting?” Delilah slapped her daughter on the cheek, hard. “Ow, what the hell!” Daphne rubbed her stinging cheek and glared at her mother, her hazel eyes flashing. The two of them looked similar in many ways: both had bobbed black hair styled with a headband, red lipstick, and a face that was beautiful even when roused to anger. Delilah was shor...

“Daph, how’s it looking? Can you get those cumstains out of my dress?” Daphne placed the napkin over the open bottle of soda water and tilted them in tandem. Leaning down and dabbing at the front of Julia’s dress with the wet spot of the napkin, she replied, “I think this won’t be too bad, Jules. The fabric isn’t very absorbent.” “Well, that’s a relief. I don’t know why I didn’t just swallow their cum,” Julia chided herse...

“Now let me get this straight,” Harvey said, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “The drink you said was egg whites and coconut was actually some fellow’s semen?” “It sounds so clinical when you call it that. It was some fellow’s cum, Harvey,” Delilah growled like a panther. “His hot fucking cum. I milked it out of his stiff cock and then drank it all, right in front of you.”...

“Jules, are those your cousins?” Daphne asked, looking over Julia’s shoulder at the entrance to the grand ballroom. Julia turned and looked behind her. “Yes, those red-headed weasels are the Culligan boys,” she said with a sigh. “Aw, I think they’re cute!” Daphne laughed. “Sure, if you haven’t had to deal with them at every family gathering for all nineteen years of your life.” Julia paused. “But I’ll introduce you to the...