Turn 130 of 226

Have sex for the first time. It is raw, animalistic. Join the same tournament tier for the first time

The sex is not a decision. The sex is the thing the body does because the body has been pressing against Diane for weeks and the pressing has been the mouths and the hands and the grinding and the grinding has been the thing that stops at the edge. The edge is gone now. The edge is the thing that dissolved when the tape read the same number and the scale read the same number and the bodies stood on the same concrete at the same height. The body's hand is between Diane's legs. The hand is enormous — the hand that has struck 52 opponents unconscious, the hand that is calloused and rough. The hand finds the wetness. The wetness is the thing that is not new — the body has felt the wetness before, the wetness from the masturbation, the wetness from the kissing. But the wetness is the thing the body's fingers push into and the pushing is the new.

Diane's sound is the thing the warehouse catches. The sound is not the sound from the masturbation — the sound that was quiet, the sound that was private. The sound is the thing that fills the space — the low, guttural moan, the moan that is the animal's moan, the moan that comes from the chest not the throat. The body's fingers move. The moving is the thing the body knows from the body's own body — the rhythm, the pressure, the curl. The body knows what the body likes and the body does what the body likes to Diane. Diane's hips buck. The bucking is the thing that moves 1,040 pounds and the moving is the earthquake the body recognizes from the body's own orgasm.

Diane's hand finds the body. The finding is the thing that is the same — the same wetness, the same pushing, the same rhythm. The body's sound is the thing that answers. The answering is the thing that is not words — the sound that is deeper, the sound that is the 9'0