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Simon: "I'll never get it, so I guess
I'll never win. 'Cruelty free' is
some sick joke, and someone's gettin'
paid well for it - (moans)
Oh, the horror!"
(and she swallows and the come
goes down easy)
Simon: "You ate, taste good?"
Constance: "Makes me sick, nibbling on
sinewy muscles"
(Constance's conscience kisses him,
slippery. His mouth opens.)
Constance: "Don't you say a word!"
(The moan in unison. Simon says
Another way. Constance plays the slave.
Lays her body over. Bed becomes the grave.)
Simon: "I'll never get it, so I guess   I'll never win. 'Cruelty free' is   some sick joke, and someone's gettin'   paid well for it - (moans)   Oh, the horror!"   (and she swallows and the come   goes down easy)   Simon: "You ate, taste good?"   Constance: "Makes me sick, nibbling on   sinewy muscles"   (Constance's conscience kisses him,   slippery. His mouth opens.)   Constance: "Don't you say a word!"   (The moan in unison. Simon says   Another way. Constance plays the slave.   Lays her body over. Bed becomes the grave.)