Exchange

Exchange (c) 2001  Mike Kimera
Every summer grad students find her.
“What was it like back then,” they ask, “being his mistress?”
The pretty ones get to come in. The skilful ones get to come back. Some of them learn from the exchange.
“Your skin,” the new one says.
“Yes, it’s all mine.”
“No – I mean it’s so…”
“Old? Wrinkled? Ill-fitting?”
“Smooth. Cool. Different.”
“Different certainly from your firm flesh.”
“Just firm?”
“No, this part is gratifyingly hard.”
“And are you? Gratified?”
“I can take a lot of gratification.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No, it’s a job requirement. Want the job?”
“Mmmm yes ma’am”

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