I am in bed with Merle. We lay on opposite ends of the bed so that our genitals meet in the middle. As we talk, he maneuvers his penis into my vagina. I don't resist and I don't particularly help. He is pleased he has done this and was a bit sneaky doing it. I am amazed at the full size of his penis. His small deformed feet and legs are up by my face. His skin is soft, not unpleasant, but not "normal." I feel some resistance, thinking this will mean I'll have to make love to him when I don't want to, like in a relationship. Then I relax into it some. Michael tells me he has kept a bulk file on me ever since I first met him. The disabled community did it. I am interested in seeing it. It has some articles on my hands. It has a secret file about my mother. She did something in 1942, or thereabouts (there were three or four dates) that wasn't exactly right. The newspaper article tells all. Aunt Rosalie is in it somewhere. I am glad to have this lost information.