Chapter 5
Section 5 of Captain Billy's Whiz-Bang, Volume 2, Number 23, August 1921. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Captain Billy's Whiz-Bang, Volume 2, Number 23, August 1921, by W. H. Fawcett. Sweet Essence of Prune Juice From Rainbow, a novel
He kissed her with his soft enveloping kisses and she responded to them completely, her mind, her soul gone out. Darkness cleaving to darkness, she hung close to him,
pressed herself into the soft flow of his kiss, pressed herself down, down to the source and core of his kiss, herself covered and enveloped in the warm, fecund flow of his kiss that traveled over her, flowed over the last fiber of her. So they were one stream, one dark fecundity, and she clung at
the core of him with lips holding open the very bottomist source of her. Drummers, front and center, March. The Sunday school teacher had been telling her class about the benefits of being good. At the end of her discourse, she turned to a bright-eyed little miss and asked, Where do good little girls go when they die? To heaven, was the prompt reply. And where do the bad girls go? To the depot to see the traveling men come in. Justification. Brass shines with use.
good garments would be worn. Houses not dwelt in are in dust forlorn. Beauty not exercised with age is spent. Nor one or two men are sufficient. Marlow. Starting the day right. A pretty stenographer had been transferred by the firm to another city. The first morning after the change had been made, she came into her new office, hung her hat and coat on the rack, and meandered leisurely to the boss's desk. Well, she said, I suppose you start in the day here the same as we
do in blank town. Why, yes, I suppose so, replied the boss. Well, come on, then kiss me so I can start working. End of Section 5.
