I have been fantasizing about Keiko this evening. Well, I have been fantasizing about her quite often, but this evening I realized it was time to write about my recollections in the hope of exorcising them. Blissful and painful at the same time, several sharp memories are beginning to oppress me. They come in waves. Waves upon waves. The stubborn determination with which she would resist my attempts to undress her over and over again, as though we had never made love before. The crimson of the mouth of her vagina against the pitch black of her long, wispy pubic hair. The alarming rise of her body temperature as soon as I would enter her, as soon as she would take me in. The wily resistance of her womb to the punches and prods of my stiff penis. The purple and brown of her firm nipples and their crunch under my teeth. The gasps and cries and moans with which she would egg me on to hurt her even more. The glint of her front teeth through her parted lips. The power and drive with which she would rub herself against me, press herself against me. The utter abandon with which she would reach orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until completely sated. The almost demented bliss on her face, which would look a decade or two younger while she was sitting in my lap, impaled, rocking herself to oblivion. The bright red of her toenail polish on her small but sturdy feet. The faint smell of urine and condom lubricant in her crotch after lovemaking. The eagerness with which she would dress herself before she would escort me to the door of her apartment. Waves upon waves upon waves. For better or worse, my penis is only slightly swollen as I write. A few months ago I could not even entertain a passing thought of Keiko without a hardy erection. Is the exorcism really working?