Author: Henry Miller
Participants: Henry Miller, Mona
Worst Line(s): "Then a groan, a spasm, a wild tortured look as if her face were under a mirror pounded by a hammer. 'Don't take it out yet,' she grunted. She lay there, her legs still slung around my neck, and the little flag insider her began twitching and fluttering. 'God,' she said, 'I can't stop it!' My prick was still firm. It hung obedient on her wet lips, as though receiving the sacrament from a lascivious angel. She came again, like an accordion collapsing in a bag of milk."
"Bag of milk" was the original "bag of sand."