Anyway, once we're done with it I just kinda toss it aside. Over on the bed somewhere. Forget about it.

Well, shit, okay. Try to forget about it...

And then maybe I'll get out some needles, slip two or three or however many of them into her breasts. Or pick up that letter-opener. Something like that. Anyway, that's all background. Just so's you know what we're talking about. Now, lemme tell you about one very special night. Happened not too very long ago...

This time, things had gone like that, like I said. We'd planned to play with that letter-opener, but we'd started with the bone-handled knife, we'd been playing with it for quite a while. When we got done doing that, I tossed it aside, like I said. Now, the way things went, she was lying there on her back, and I'm on top of her, and I've got her arms pulled up way over her head, I'm holding both her wrists with one hand. I reach over...