She looked pensively at his cock. His eyes were closed and he was gone.

"Don't become a statue, Abe," Ms. A was saying, "don't become a bore."

She stood up on her knees and straddled his naked body. Taking the stiff cock in both of her hands so as to better guide it into her moist, mossy cunt, she kept talking to the born-again corpse that refused to stop dreaming its exodus of degenerative prose.