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(assingment for psych of emotions class: write a paragraph on each pleasure, anger, fear)
One: He calls Georgia on the phone to get off. But she’s sitting in a coffeeshop & can you wait till I get to the car? She likes him the best. His orgasm’s small, not unlike the sound the neighborhood cat made when her cousin Steve took a knife to its belly. Mark shoptalks while she walks to the parking lot. What tea are you drinking? Wearing? She’s already laughing at him; he thinks its her breathing. In the car she puts on a song about a boy hung, swinging from a ceiling fan. Mark gasps I’m going to come, I’m going to come. & its like that time with the cat & how Steve wanted to teach, see her eyes widen in disbelief, but as Steve washed his hands in the kitchen sink, Georgia only laughed.
Two: Steve says What the fuck are you laughing at? He's just gutted the neighborhood cat. The first time he killed an animal, his older brother chanted faster faster! & Steve? Sleelpless for a week. It was a chicken, head lopped. Steve saw feathers every time he shut his eyes. It got easier, though, each time he showed a younger sibling how life worked. But when Georgia laughed, Steve smoldered. And even when he threw the dead cat through a window pane, grabbed a shard, held it to Georgia's face, she didn’t stop.
Three: You can’t let them know. Shaking? Play it off as breathless, as laughing. They won’t know, Georgia thinks, learned this age eight. Steve trying to get me whitefaced. He grabs this piece of glass, dangles it before my face. He wants to teach me something. I am unsure. I cannot think, this shake. When I piss my pants, I shout to him IT FELT FUCKING GOOD! & I want to prove am not a pussy. But then the shake starts again, that fucking body tremor, no wait the breathing. I was only laughing.