One night, after he'd told me a story, I felt something crawling inside my body, and woke from my sleep. It was definitely some kind of insect. I'd never seen anything with its form.

I gingerly opened my eyes, and there, with its back against the moonlight, was a giant insect spread over me. It had the gentleman's face, and whispering to me, "I have no regrets about illicit sexual behavior," with a voice that held an irrepressible laughter, it began to suck strongly at my mouth.