COUPLE ENJOY OTIS REDDING MOMENT...

From the view at the south end of the Island, Annie Gunn, girl of song, and Mort Heinman, Brownsville's only uncircumcised Jew, watched the shrimp boats head back into the gulf waters. It was a Friday afternoon, a week behind them, a weekend before them.

"I could buy a place here and never return to Brownsville," said Annie. "You don't realize how bleak and backwards Brownsville is until you leave it."

Mort has never been quick to criticize his adopted hometown. While he slopped down a dozen oysters and fast-forwarded to the night when he was going to drive Annie to the point of insanity by eating her pussy until the muscles in her thighs turned into knots, he said, "I'm happy in my cell."

Annie had been with her share of guys, but there was something about the unpretentious Mort that had excited her beyond her wildest fantasies. She couldn't put her finger on the key ingredient, but it wasn't his uncircumcised cock, which she found distasteful. And it wasn't Brownsville, which she found even more revolting.