jimmy, second part

Jimmy never considered intimacy a precious commodity. Intimacy was a service to be rendered upon request. Flesh surpassed the thin veil of piety. Somewhere in it's unending, warm, salty folds lay the keys to acceptance. It invaded dreams in fragmented segments with larger-than-life faces belonging to respectable people - people uttering unnatural gasps that seemed to emanate from his own mind. Flesh became part of Jimmy, adding it's cadence to his life. Confusing and awkward, it lurked, ready to be served.