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 This might, or might not conclude the ongoing mindscrew that happened in
{\Parent Directory/Gender...} No promises either way.  Story Codes:
   {MI NS Roma Cons.  FT/Os Femdom MC Roma LDR.} O as a character code
means Object, probably no dialog from any of them, but they're all Messages
of some sort.  A form of nonverbal communication.
   God/dess {TIO...O NS}
   The garage door went up, and a bike rolled in, cranks first. 
o\Bacchetta\ I flicked off my ash.  "Hey, Meghan." Her arm pushes the back
of the seat around this side of the door...  "Have you gained weight?"
   "Left about 15#s on the way up," she snorted, and effortlessly hung up
her bike.  Just reached out, and stuck it on the hook by the back tire.
   "What's this about?" I didn't get up.
   "This it?" She turned to the tarp, and lifted it up.
   "Goddess:" I nodded, "Unfinished, handcarved wood mated together with
pegs, slots, and biscuits." She doesn't like title cards.  I picked up my
glasses, rubbed the corner of my mouth, sighed and got out another.  "Want
me to put this out?" I lit it from the ember, and stubbed it out.
"Abstract, but that's why she didn't finish her.  She didn't have a more
detailed image to form." Faceless, sexless, legs crossed so it could be
anything in there.
   I keep thinking she'll come back for it, so we can catch her, and give
her the help she needs.  And register her, as a potential threat to
herself, and others.  "Huh!" She pulled the tarp back over that wooden
Barbie thing, and the toolbox cabinet of her pedestal.
   "You ever go hiking?"
   "As a boy," I remember, "They made me, I didn't like it."
   "Come on," she held out her hand, "I'll drive." Snaps for my keys.
   "What's this about?" I followed her to the jeep.
   "It's a surprise."
   .
   .
   .
   A functional mute beside me, I stub it out unfinished, and let the smoke
out.  "Look at you," she looks back sideways, then back at the road. 
Concentrating, paying attention.  How she does it on any bike, much less
that flying prow of a recumbent, a figurehead in lycra, and loose flapping
cotton.  She grunts, and downshifts.  Looks back up, to turn.
   "How are you, recovering from her?"
   "Elvis Costello." And Hubert.
   "Uh!" she rolls her eyes, "She drove me nuts with that song!  I liked
it, to start, but she just had it on repeat."
   "Which one?"
   "Sweet pear," atonal, "Sweet pear!"
   "I know the one." Those who say they loved you would never dare.  I
sniffed.  "She left me a note, [I admire your taste.]"
   "So Like Candy," she nodded, and bit her lip in concentration. 
Switchback, hairpin, used more gears, and braking than she strictly needed
to.  "It was her favorite album."
   "Huh," roll my eyes, "It was, our album.  She saw my music collection?"
She nodded, "Well so did she, and you know how I like to play music for
therapy?  Well she did for romance as well." She was actually incredibly
romantic, for a fucking child molester.  "It's like 35 through here."
   "27," she glanced up.
   "Right, we don't want to get rear-ended." Right into the tyre carrier,
and (Black Jeep of the Family) cover.  "It's mostly speeders after dark."
   "Mh'kay," she shifted, hunched over the wheel, white knuckle, let up on
the brake.  Leans into turns.
   "Relax," I opened the armrest, and slipped out a CD.  Call me
old-fashioned.
   "Oh the Sisters of Mercy they are not departed, or gone." ~L.  Cohen. 
Maybe a little brainbleach for me.
   "I love the Sisters of Mercy."
   Sigh, o7, lay back.
   "Oh, I'm not goth," she rolls her eyes, "I know, the 3 most Goth words
ever uttered is 'We're not Goth', I think it was The Cure first, but I'm a
Rivethead." Reached up, and rattled the goggles hanging around her neck. 
"Got any Einsturzende Neubauten, Throbbing Gristle?"
   "Psychic Tv," I blinked, and shook my head, "Back at the house."
   "Hm," she nodded back.
   "We weren't lovers like that, and besides it would still be all
right..."
   Mega {TIO NS}
   "Huh, uh, I smoke too much." I reached down for her hand, held onto it,
turned her around.  "Hun?" She covered her mouth.
   "Surprise." I got out my phone, and let the first few bars float out,
then propped it on a limb.  "She played it, the whole time she was working
on it." Over, and over.
   "I'll watch out for you," a tear, "I'll always be there.  In the hour of
your distress, you need not fear..." She fell to her knees, "In all the
world there's only 1 true love, and finding it's hard enough!" Swelling
brass, "And bless whatever's in the sky above, for bringing you too me, my
love." She sobbed, and I looked up.  She'd been busy, but Larry told me
what to expect.
   But seeing it standing over us, HIRM.
   "God/dess." I nodded against her hair.  "It's us.  I know, but look at
us.  All the beauty she saw, god, I." Choked up a little myself, and
blinked away tears.  She looked up.  "I know," I kissed her eye.  Gritty
greasy makeup, a tang of maskara, and tears of joy.
   "Was my grip to lose, my grip too strong.  It made you want to run away?
And now you're back where I pretend you belong.  I wonder every night, and
day, how long?" Oh good, the guitar solo.
   "Huh," I wiped her cheeks, smeared her makeup.  "I think I have a little
cold-cream here." I handed her the jar, and got out the papers.
   "I swear, this is my prayer, though we're smeared, and scattered in the
atmosphere.  Or lost in the world, across a crowded room.  I am your stupid
lover your wretched fool..."
   'huh!' I didn't have much to say after that.  Flick flick!  "You bring
your cigarettes?" She took it, shaking, and the end brightened.  I licked
my pinky nail, stopped a run.  "She cheated on me, the whole time.  Amber
too, looks like.  When I first came up here, it was her.  Idoru, I guess.
{W.  Gibson} She just kept taking more, and more off until, I guess it
started looking like me.  From the belly up, it was something watching it
appear out of the wood.  She must have finished the face," Hir's, "And the
legs since I left." ...
   Also hirs', from the waist down.  From memory, I might add.  If you've
never been felt up by an artist, run right out and find one.  I remember
her thumbprints on every inch of my skin, and shivered.  I got off once
just from her touching my face, in the dark.
   I clicked around in my phone's memory, can't get that song stuck in my
head.  It'll be there for days, so something to block that earworm.  [Das
Ich] I giggled.  The Id.  A whole lot of albums, though.  Nothing too loud,
or raukus.  Something chill to not spoil the mode, but they're so not a
Ballad band.  Try to remember any instrumentals?
   "Yeah, I know how you felt, how you still feel about her.  I can feel it
in your back, but see this?  With all the pain, and hurt stripped away,
this is you, both of you, exposed to the elements.  Oh, and the lot's for
sale, the landowner packed up, and bugged out when he heard what was going
on down here.  Lesbeeons, byegones.  I'm not sure how the driving access
would work out, but this could be your backyard.  Mh?  Hm!" She smiled on
my mouth.
   "SHush," her dark eyes held mine, in the moonlight.  "Sometimes you talk
too much."
   Lady Midnight {TI ????}
   "Huh, huh, huuuuuuh..." She lay down, and panted beside me.  Switch
tracks.  "huH!  Is there any of that roach left?" She took my cigarette. 
"You don't smoke."
   "Not much," she handed it back, "When I need to.  Mood adjustment."
   "~Larry?" Nod.  As for what came before, I'm not one to kiss, and tell,
dears.  She respects my wishes.  I will say great day in the morning, I
wished for more light.  "It was perfect, coming here at night." I don't
know if I could face HIR in the light of day, yet.  "Yeah, I need to see
what I can scrape together for this place."
   "Ruth."
   Less.
   "You're right," look away, "I."
   "Take your time, I don't need to hear it."
   "Huh!" she was magnificent.  Love at first sight, I swear, it hurt to
admit it, but I think she might have been the love of my life."
   "Hmhm?" She picked up her phone, and chewed her lip, swiping around in
the light of the screen.
   "It's not like the stories, dear.  Huh, they never tell you what happens
when Prince Charming gets Cinderella over the threshold, the honeymoon's
over, and"
   "And you don't want to focus so much on the bad you forget who you fell
in love with.  Uh!" [Das Ich - Dorn (Egodram)] "Here," she bopped
gracelessly.  Just kind of swaying, dreamy, eyes all over the statue.  I
just watched her, nude save for the patch of curls at the front.  And under
the arms, I'd seen.  Hir scent caught the breeze.  Only her face lit, to
change tracks, as needed.  And her mussed up wavy grown out A-line cut. 
The roach burned my fingers, and I dropped it.
   [Garten Eden - Antichrist] "Sounds dark, and." I thought back,
"Ambient." Progressed quickly from the intro, too.
   "Coldwave," she shrugged, and nodded, then set down her phone.
   ([x] Opposite Sex) I blinked.
   "Scorekeeping?" then "Huhah!" with her.  She nodded selfconsciously.
   "I had a lot of catching up to do.  Casey Jones you better, watch your
speed." ~G.  Dead.
   "Catching up?" To Charley's high-score, "Quickly?" I don't like the
sound of that.
   "Huh!" I waited...  [Grund Der Seele] scrolled across, and the screen
went dark.  Having climbed up on the dam, I heard her slip into the water
from it lapping out the spillway to the side.  Rather dark, good moon,
dappling through the gaps in the leaves.  "Hm.  I went backwards.  A girl,
my virginity, rape, pseudosaphism, hn Larry.  Found my same sex, what're
the odds?  I mean hundreds of thousands of generations, it was bound to,
once, or twice, but what's the chances it'd be us?"
   Shrug.  "You all ultimately came in to see me." With some overlap with
our endochrinologist.  Was the most qualified in the region, once.  There's
that guy in Vegas, but he's the closest one, it's a narrow specialty.
   "Analingus, anal, receptive, then.  You know, group?  Huh, Bert.  I'm
sorry, I feel like he cheated on you with us."
   "Not if it's in the rules." #1, different set.  "He's been.  Huh, I made
him.  It wasn't intentional, consciously, but you see Hir?  I wanted a man,
I found a boy.  Ruth ever tell you about Stacey?  I know, right?  But she
groomed, and molested her, took her virginity, but it was given willingly.
Huh, well I got manipulative.  12 years without sexual thoughts, it started
out a Sex Addiction group, we didn't have enough members.  Anyhwom, he was
in pretty bad shape, I managed to prop him back up on his feet, dust him
off, and tried to fix him.  It's just so incestuous, huh, I have nitemares
about Ruth, and I, raising Charley Jr.?"
   ...  ([Das Ich - Urkraft (Lava: Glut)...])
   "She made me." Long breath, and sigh.  "I mean Amber was my Wakeup Call
Boss.  Sorry, I know you're not a gamer," sigh loudly, "Right, but she just
woke me up.  You know how I was, waiting?  Well, my damsel in shining armor
was late, but then she hooked up with The Villainess.  You seen Maleficent
yet?  Netflix, we watched it together, and cried." I missed so much at
work. "The morning after, with the wings torn off?  Ooh, spoilers.  I don't
really like fantasy, and fairy tales, but she did."
   "Huh?"
   "So anyway, It wasn't love, I had a lot to learn about lesbians.  They
aren't all like her, but there's more.  Bull daggers, is she really a child
molestor?  I believe it, but she made me feel so young, and beautiful, and
tall, and strong.  She never had an unkind word for me, but she made it
clear, it was about sex, not love.  I know you all have this whole rivalry
thing going.  Two many mommas?  Well, she's the one I needed.  You're
great, fucking fantastinc, mmh!  But Ruth understood me better, and gave me
what I needed."
   "And Larry?"
   "Mh?" She thought, "I needed hirm too, but s/he came along right on
time. We discovered our sex together.  Those are the odds that, byegones,"
she splashed, got up, and dripped.  "Mh, can you hand me the towel out of
my back?  Thinks!"
   "Huh!" [All Grown Up (Spike the Beloved Entertainer.)] "I'm trouble she
said!" Sang along, "Spread out on the floor of her father's house, her
promise was almost undone.  Under her tongue, dissolving her
responsibilities, to finally deny everyone, with every unflattering
comparison."
   "All grown up," Hm, "And you don't care, anymore." I never could hit
that note.  "And you hate all the people that you used to adore.  And you
despise all the rumors and lies of the life you led before..."
   Baritone!  "Did I hear you right, you're feeling hounded, and pushed
around?  You wanna just lay down, and die?  If all of this life has been
such a big disappointment to you, why don't you stop dating some guy, and
go give the next one a trial." I blinked, she said "Guyl" too.
   .  2, 3, 4, I joined her again in the chorus:.  "But look at yourself,
you'll see you're still so young." My god, in the moonlight, "You haven't
earned the weariness, that sounds so jaded on your tongue." Harmony!  I
wasn't sure who was singing to whom.
   Mega {FF Bond MC}
   {Grauasame Toechter - Beleidigte Engel...  Incidentally, Aranea Peel,
about 5'11, matching brown eyes, wavy hair, and freckles.}
   "Hm, Theremin!"
   .
   .
   .
   "Huh!" Good scree-run, looked a bit wider than I remembered, 'huhuh huh,
huuuuuuuh..." Bow, clasping my fist.  Now I can think.
   .
   .
   .
   [Hanzel Und Gretyl - Meisterfrau (Ausgeflippt.)]
   "Come on!"
   'She can drive, but you got to get her going.'
   'She's a complete, and utter bottom,' he'd laughed.
   "Hehahuh!"
   "Now don't start that!" ~Dumbo, duh!
   "Bondage," I slammed the door, "Can you find your way up?"
   [x]?  Very expressive face.
   "Huey," I nodded, "He hated that name." [\] Alpha.  "No DSM, just
Ribbons."
   "uh?"
   "Pink," I nodded excitedly.  "His privates too.  Huh!  He was getting
kind of worn out.  'Commuter cock,' after me, and Larry.  Well, Larry and I
made Troi, this new kid's a Tetra-tet.  Nhim!  We're working it out, it's
all so deliciously complicated." I've got the whole love polyhedron in my
head, "I had to get out the peas, and toothpicks.  Well, I used
mini-marshmallows." The multi-color ones, and those little pinch tape tabs
for organizing notes in hilighter colors.
   "Mhm, dear?"
   "Oh, Ribbons, I've got it all worked out.  I'm gonna call Gary Mark, and
I'm Donna..." Glory can do Lacey, gonna have to come up with a character
for Hubert...  <<<without the piercing.
   "Fantasies?"
   "Huh, kind-of?" I thought, "Just change everything around so what really
happened isn't on the page, but huh." I thought.  "You wanna read them?" I
didn't choke down the dry chuckle, but felt it inside.  "I tied Mark to the
headboard, and sucked him off.  I held it in my mouth to lift his legs up
over him, and worked it in with my tongue...  That kinda stuff." Ditsy
voice, okay, catch on at some point...  Maybe a weight-bench?  We should
probably move that down to the Apartment, since Larry ain't using it no
more.
   "Why Meghan," she fluttered her eyelashes.  His, without the gravity
defying flakes of mascara.  "Are you trying to seduce me?"
   "Depeche Mode," Split the difference?  Barrel of a Gun...  "[Wrong.]" I
like music, "You think I'd be a good DJ?" Suck at it, though.
   "Yeah!" She reached out for the back of my head, "You could probably do
anything, but."
   "I want to do everything, eventually.  Well, you can't do Everything."
   "But you can try." She nods, "My money's on you."
   "Hm," [Sisters of Mercy - Under the Gun (A Slight Case of Overbombing)]
   Huey {MI:.T NS}
   She pumped her fist.  [x] "Maud."
   "Haha!" I got out the composition pad, and flipped back to the
scoreboard.  Looked over her shoulder.  [x] my eyebrow went up, [x] then
the other.  "Huhah!"
   "Yeah," she nodded, "she is a total bottom."
   "Did you have to sign any waivers, or agreements?" She's complicated.
   "NihHo!  Did you?"
   "Well," I shrugged, "For Bondage." Very complicated.  "Twenty," she
looked up, "Seems to be hir minimum age, she can still buy you
wine-coolers. What?  Okay, she took advantage of me, and used me for sex.
Bygones, I didn't wreck that place.  You good?" Dreamy nod, "Good, because
I'm probably going to take some time off." Larry, and Gary, uh.  Well, not
my problem.  "Keep her warm for me, but, some time before my nuts implode."
I finally understand those chapters.
   "Oh, you're tense." I sat down.
   "Switching majors, uh!" My neck pops.  "Huh, Bachelor of liberal shops,
community college.  Next semester, useful skills and stuff."
   "Ruth," huh, "Your momma?  Relax."
   "Huh," roll my eyes.  I need new friends.  "Bygones, seriously."
   "Pilates?" WTF?  "Maud."
   "Yoga," I nodded.
   "What do you do?" She felt around front.
   "Lift weights?" Shrug.
   "You mind?"
   "Huh, I do a little, but I'm so over this asking, and rehashing the same
scenes.  Huh, I feel like I'm just fucking my life away, or I have been,
and I guess it's about time I'd grown up."
   "Good," she lay back, "Wanna cuddle?"
   Huh, "let me pull out the bed." She rolled to the middle.  "Huh."
   "So what do you want to do, I haven't picked either." She kissed the
back of my neck, at the hairline.
   "Not a whole lot, city Ruth looks like she's got it about right.  Make
rent, day labor, in season.  I can hold down this place with a little to
spare." Stroke my dagger beard.  1-up, neither of them can grow one, shaved
my lip.  "You know I can't carry condoms?  I'm a sex-addict.  I know this,
and it sucks, but I need to get on the work-wagon soon, or turn into a
junky.  Huh, should probably quit smoking too." Roll my eyes.  "Turn over,
pull up a bicep.  Hm," into the ends of her hair.  "You're a great
listener, and great for cuddling.  Smch!  Maybe I don't have to give it all
up."
   "Romance?"
   "Yeah," huh!  "I don't think I've had enough romance."
   Meghan
   "Me neither.  That's why I wrote Meganecho, because I got Raped instead
of romance.  Well, Larry helped, with the grammar, last couple chapters,
separating the narration.  That was the best therapy.  He was wrong though,
she didn't sexualize me.  I pressured my dad into getting me a Smartphone,
the girls at school.  Huh, I was never very popular, they didn't know
whether to call me a nerd, or a jock, just whatever I was sucking at. 
"What kinda jock fails gym?" I had issues with coordination."
   "Mhm?" I wasn't tense, but he rubbed my back anyway, and my arm.
   "A phone with buttons, that was easier to fix, and I got into, doing
research.  You ever done a pornsearch with Larry?  You really didn't know
how pervy he is?  Huh, byegones, but I guess I sexualized myself.  My
micropenis shrank enough, well actually I kind of grew up around it,
stopped growing in utero, but when I was born it looked boyish enough, and
when we got to the hospital, the doctor just signed off on it.  ER, busy
night, so I hear.  I never got a full examination, they basically just
cauterized the chord, and saved mom's life.  She lost a lot of blood.  Even
skipped the horribly routine circumcision, would think they'd have caught
it there, or changed my diaper at some point that night?  No?
   [x] Male.  I had an outy.  Shrug.
   So anyways, right, Rule #34.  No exceptions, I mean none, I'm pretty
sure #34A is "And it's probably made in Japan," but that's where I
discovered Futanari, and them Amber came along, and fucked everything up. I
eventually found a F2M Pornstar, Buck Angel, just had to know the right
keywords.  I think Larry's going to look a lot like Hem, maybe not all
those tattoos.  Here, that's what He looks like.
   Hm, I guess I was a serial victim, before her it was my Fencing
instructor, and before that I wanted to learn to fight because of Tyler. 
You know Tyler?  The one that keeps calling me "Faggot," and running? 
Nhihn!  He molested me in middleschool.  I guess we're about 13?  Huh,
bygones, it was just that once, I ran from him, now I chase him, it was all
one big game.
   Oh, fencing because that's what was available.  I came from Privilege,
you know the Heights?  Yeah, well my folks are better off than Maud, and
they don't spend it all on clothes, and collections, and...  Stuff.  So
fencing, until he got me back in, the changing room.  We didn't have
lockerrooms, or showers, uh his studio was up in you know the minimall with
the Bed Bath, and Beyond?  Behind the Red Lobster, and Olive Garden.
   So, he felt me up, and I guess he would've raped me if I hadn't popped
put first.  Hn, you know, my priapussy?  It goes pop, when the head slips
out of the foreskin.  That's how I know I'm turned on.  He, wasn't.  He
said all these horrible things, he didn't hit me or anything, but I still
got scared, and ran, and, huh.  I didn't take Fencing any more.  Called it
in, anonymous, he had kiddie porn, he's in jail now.
   So, that kinda caused some behavior problems.  So we moved here once my
Intersex showed up on the rape kit.  Uh, that was awkward, I didn't like
Gynecologists, because of my condition.  But I've got a wicked Progesterone
imbalance, which also affected my growth.  No T though, or DHT.  His
hairline is starting to pull back at the corners, and thinning in the
crown. He might wear a Yamulke some day, so I see where he gets his
muscles. He just snores quietly.
   I guess I switched to girls, thinking they'd be less abusive, and more
romantic.  Hit the lottery on that one!  Uh!
   "Hm," he's been asleep for a while.  Snoring louder now, nope, not hard.
Back out, arm out from under his head, grab a pillow.  Cover a giggle, it'd
be so easy to molest him in his sleep.  (*) or myself, in the bath.  I can
think about it, not like I'd ever really do anything like that.  Again, I'm
never gonna find another Amber...  Maybe a quick bowl first, one of his
Newport butts, I need to think.
   Bert {TFM DP M Solo NS}
   "Uh!" put my hand up, turn to the bathroom, sigh and get the water
started.  "uH!" [x] DP.  Wash my face over the corner through the shower
curtain, then spray it away getting in.  Getting stubbly, and hard.  WTF?
Been a couple-few days, get it over with.  Doesn't feel like a child, so I
can get into it, the little prickles around the bottom.
   How does that work?  Lots of bent knees, and a pair of smart pumps. 
Looked like about 3-4" heels, the same way so they don't interfere.  Not
touching each other, Megan like a barrier nobody's gonna reach around to
feel someone else.
   ...9
   "Huh!" Wash it off.
   "You done?" Get out, grab a towel.
   "Sucked Maud in, didja?" 'Take a moment.'
   "Sorry about that, I know you're trying to quit, didn't know when you'd
get off." Huh.  Now I get the sexual harassment culture, too.  "She's
taking him home." Confidential, possible legal ramifications.  "You wanna
go for a walk?" She gets out.  Doesn't linger in there, like a bath.
   "Huh!"
   "Don't want to talk?  Good.  Didja eat?..  Hungry at all?  We can garb
something while we're out, or I can cook when we get back..." She needs sex
to think, but it can be like a Spectrum Awareness Narcotic, with an intense
enough release.  She sounded like she was on 'The Water of Life.' She held
my shoulders, so I reached back to hold onto her deltoid.  Can't even feel
any ribs, just her shoulder blade when she shrugs.  "Hn," she doesn't have
to think out-loud, though.
   "Sex addiction." Mhm?  "You got it bad.  Sorry, but denial doesn't
change anything either, but have you payed any attention to how much you've
escalated, and how fast?  You're in for a crash, already, and the more you
escalate the harder it's gonna be when it gets here." Hopefully before
she's up to gangbangs.
   "I know," she hugs me, "Thanks.  Ooh, you're tense?" She rubs up, and
down my back.
   "Landscaping, weeding followed by digging, and masonry.  Schlepping
cinderblocks that last hour, and a half."
   "You wanna take a break together?  Just romantic, affection.  Smrq. 
Celibate, though." I can go back tomorrow, under the table, still trying to
chose between that, and tomorrow's lab.  I could make enough for 3 makeup
labs, I guess.  Life is complicated.
   "Yeah," I kissed her back.  "Huh, let the boys move up with Maud?"
   "She's damned at this point," I know.  "Here, walk in front of me." Her
strong fingers rubbed her thumbs into my shoulders.  "Nhihhin!" ?  "Maybe I
can come in, and work with you, tomorrow?"
   "Yeah, I can skip school." And we need the money.
   Dr.  Santiago {TMO NS}
   "Yeah," look away, "That's her." Deep breath, look, 'heuuuuuuuh.' Ohm...
   "We got her prints off the cheeks,"
   "Ruth Cannon." Easy, nobody else could have made this, this abomination.
Legs up, looks like you can stand her up on them, coyly covering between
them with both hands.  Wood, hand-carved, seamless, you had to follow the
grain to see where it was mated together.  Magnetic wand on the table over
there.  "Any metal?" I plucked out a pair of gloves.  "HuhH!" Covered my
mouth.
   The face.  "Uh!" Nightmare fuel.  There's a skull in there!
   "None we can detect, we're scheduling an MRI." Wood, some leather, and
wax.
   The disproportionate head a caracature.  "Homonculus." The neck doesn't
look like it'll support it, that deaths head grin, probably carved first.
"Fuck!  Sorry, may I?" Where did she get Ivory?  Walk around the
examination table like a billiard player, and grip her wrists.  Through the
glove, I'm not sure I want to touch it, hesitate to grip the wood.
   Dainty, pressing the wax breasts together by the triceps.  Molded in. 
Concave, the back inner surface molded into the wax, black dot for the
nipple.  Looked like it was burned in, a twinkle.  Barely visible point,
countersunk, not even any marks inside the arm, right around where the
brachial artery runs under the humerus.  Metal.
   "It's a work of art," nod, lips tight, rub the end of an arm over them.
"Dumped behind a gallery." in Austin.  Found the Ranchero in Raton, traded
for a pickup...
   "Like a body," they broke up.  This is from memory, she didn't bother
editing out all the feelings, and exaggerated the proportions.  She would
never have sat still to model for this, this took a while.  The nails are
sharp, too.  Not like claws, but more like scalpel blades, curved in, and
down to almost parabolic tips.  Red, some sort of plastic?  Red wax beneath
them, gaping maw.  "Is that a bore-scope?" Try to snap my fingers for it.
   "She's hollow." Changeling, just the rawhide stretched between the
hip-bones, and ribcage, laced on, and stretched taut, like a drumhead, but
not as flat.  Tap it, atonal.  Not like a chord, lean over, pull a
fingertip tight, and tap it again.  Possibly unintentional.
   "I'll buy it, at any price.  She made it for me." Rigid, but it has a
light behind the aperture, pry it in under the rawhide, where there's
enough of a reveal.  "Gently, don't want to damage it...  Thank god there's
nothing in there!" Cover my mouth.
   "Now they'll believe me." Megan's Law.
   "This some Hannibal Lechter shit, doc?"
   "Not yet," The Tv show, maybe.  They haven't done this one yet, but that
would be the logical venue.
   Patience, Ruth.  She can cool down forever.  I hope.  If not, she might
make it 3 victims in, if they report, before there's a followable pattern.
Can't estimate period, or acceleration with only 2 points.  I can't
profile, anyone, but I know her.  More with each of these Sex Objects she
leaves me.  Just don't kill anyone Ruth, don't hurt anyone else.  Who
doesn't deserve it.
   Huey {MF/MM NS}
   She walked in front of me.  "You're not tense," I felt.
   "Achey," down.  She'd tied her jacket on around her waist.
   "Is that a knife?"
   She nodded, "Dagger?" Pointed pommel, but more like an acorn shape,
steel wire wrapped, broad quillions, narrow double-edged blade with a sharp
looking tip.
   "Stiletto." She took off her jacket, and turned around, to take it and
tuck it back.  "If she comes back."
   "I'll kill her." Seriously.
   "Oh look," I turn, and sit down, "A tree!" put my arms over her
shoulders, and palm her knees.  Up, scooch around so her hips aren't
pressing right on any femorals.  Her screen lit up, it helps when she's
thinking.
   .
   .
   .
   "Fagots!" And they're off!  Just one, nope, there's a couple more, now I
have to get up.  "Where's your boyfriend?"
   "Huh!" stretch, and hop on the balls of my feet.  "You guys wanna talk?"
Formal training?  A little boxing, and wrestling, slap, and tickle with the
villianness, and sparring with the guyls.
   Skip right, jab, followthrough with the haymaker, pop my fingers out to
shove his shoulder down, and circle around to keep him between me, and the
other guy.  "You ever been in a fight before?" Spit, threw both hands wide
in his face, and front thrust kick straight to the hip.  Side skip around.
If I can keep it one-on-one, maybe I can wear them out.  "It's gonna be a
long fight, at least put up some defense." Grab it for a hip throw,
stepping between them to throw one into the other.  Took a hit to the face?
Jump back, but they ran.
   Oh shit, she's armed!  Listen for screams, 'nyhuhaha!' Oh good, giggles.
Deep throaty gaffaws, really.  No, she's fine, they're fine.
   Meghan {F Solo NS}
   "Nh!" I have to think about it.  Between trips I have to think about the
nails in the next boards, and how I'm going to carry them to the window
over the dumpster.
   Body by Ruth, practicly.  "If I have to work out after work, I'm not
working hard enough." At least it's not masonry.  What I wouldn't give for
a nice landscaping job, some shade to stand the cooler up in, but my arms
are a lot stronger.  Useful muscle, instead of just pretty.  Not manly,
doesn't look much different, but good for stuff.  More comfortable.
   Progesterone, I wonder if I can surpress that?  Not quite ready for them
to pull on the gloves, and go in wrist deep to pull them out.  I don't need
the scars.  Callouses, and strength.  Useful strength, it feels a lot more
comfortable.  I need to learn framing, though, because cleaning up after it
sucks.  All that nailing, and that heavy gun makes his forearm, and bicep
tired.  Not tense, just needs a good rubdown when we're done.  Keep saving
up, maybe massage classes?  I can get better with my hands.
   This pays the bills, though.  A couple classes a week.  We don't need 2
fulltime incomes, if we cut back on the smokes.  Ice cream.  I bet it pays
better.  "Huh!" Drop to my toes, stack up the boards, looking back and
forth at the ends to see how they line up.  Reach under, beside my legs,
and stand up, twisting to get them out the door sideways.  Then diagonally
to get them down the hall.
   "Huh!" One more trip, looks like, but they're tearing off in there
again. 2 of them, it's hard to keep up.
   "Here," he hands me a hammer.  "Help me with this wall." He pried all
the plywood off, and it was piled in the corner.  Knocked a couple studs
out on the bottom, bent it out, and hooked the claw over the end, between
the nails.  "Just knock these stringers out between them." He reaches
around to tap on top of about a foot of board in front of me.  "Just jerk
out the wiring, it's dead.  Mind the nails." He taps out a smoke, and walks
out the door.
   "Uh," I look down, kick the bottom of the board in with my steel toe,
but I have to bring it around the bent nails.  Knock out a stringer with my
hammer, the next one doesn't have one.  The gloves are hot, and sweaty so I
take them off.  "Mind the nails," pull it off, and throw it next to the
other one.
   "Meghan?" The carpenter set down his nailer, "Huh, when he said he'd
bring his girlfriend.  All right, you're a good worker."
   "Nh!" kick out another board, "Thanks." I need to get some tool bags,
real ones.  ;) "HehuhaHA!" shake my head, "You wish, old man." Jerk it out,
and pitch it.  "Let me get a drag.  Hhhhn, Thanks," he rubs my neck, so I
go back for the plywood.
   Bert {MM NS}
   "I can watch her all day."
   "No you can't." I dropped my hammer, and she left.  "Look, if you wanna
pay us for the work we've done, we can get off your site."
   "Or what?" he got up off the nail bucket.
   "Or I'll let her come in here, and kick your ass.  Oh yeah, get violent,
good plan." He relaxes his fist, "Or we can finish the job like human
beings, and you can keep your eyes to yourself.  Your choice." Grab my shit
on the way out.  I dropped my bags by the window, and went back.
   "Here's for the week," he held out some bills, "And a little extra,
didn't wanna break a $Fifty."
   "Fucking cheapskate," I grabbed the spare hammer, "Come on, we're
going." .., 80, $300, and 50.  All right, hand it to her.  Nobody's
catching her, much less getting in her spandex.  Safest place for it,
really.  "You all right?"
   "Emotional release?" she sprinted off.  I took a deep breath. 
Adrenaline, work it off, shortcut over the stairs, wall kick off almost to
her, going around the corner.  Dead stop, damn, set my feet, and launch to
a run, she won't go far.  "NHInhn..." Fuck, out of the yard, huh, bikes. 
Kong over the middle of the fence, keep zig-zagging back so I can take a
shorter straighter line, don't wear me out.  It had been a couple weeks,
keep your chip, I'm on it.  Patience.
   And speed, more speed.  Hard to believe what that beam-bike was worth on
Craigslist, she's got the cargo extension, load -em up, "Let's go." Can't
do anything around here that ain't too public, and broad daylight, just
try, and keep up with her.  Seat all the way down because of repetitive
stress injury to the perenial area.  Not a good thing, I ain't dead yet.
   Rethinking the move to the city.  Yeah, more work, more radius to clear
to be alone with my girlfriend.  I don't fucking know, she says I'm man
enough for herm, she's still pretty damned intimidating.  Even in sawed off
overalls, work boots, a sleeveless teeshirt, and welding goggles with the
#5 lenses taken out.
   Just don't run this grove into a rut, that's about the only way I can
fuck this up.  "Huh!" Drop the garage closed, key, lock, closed, byegones.
   "Hahl!  Lwnlwnlwn!" In my mouth, "Lemme catch my breath." Yeah, totally.
Beating her own record for getting out of clothes, I pulled off my shorts.
She didn't undo her boots, just untied the bikini, and pulled her shirt
off. Right, overalls, gravity.  "Bondage."
   "Huh?"
   "That's where I left off." She held up both hands with her thumbs out,
and her fingers curled.  [ ]
   "Top, or?"
   "You pick,"
   All right, I'll go with "Top." She'd already bottomed me out.
   6
   "No dominance, pain, or violence?"
   Grin, "Nor humiliation, just restraint."
   "Boots on?"
   b
   "Yeah," clunkuklunkuttyklunk clunk, I wagged after her to the bed.  What
the fuck, we don't have company over, and it has a storage locker, we use
as a garage.  I held her wrists, against the mattress, looked down, and
shifted my hips.  "UHN!" Sawed right up the middle, gently.  (Who knew all
those cobras would pay off?) It dragged down me, the loose skin bunching
around the underside.
   "NH!" She gasped in another breath.
   "Here," I grabbed a pillow, "Move back.  Now," took her hands, "Hold
onto the pillow." Right on the corners, "Yeah, get a good grip, and don't
let go, whatever happens." I can't get in her mind.  Maud got lost in
there, she bronzed after Ruth, and Amber for knocking hir off hir rocker.
"Relax," Patience.  "'huuuuuuuuuuuuh!'
   Down her face, neck, and chest, take another, and move aside to "Smwp!"
Wet, a nipple, and blow it dry.  "huh!" Back over the middle of her chest,
then down, silently, rocking back on my palms to brush my whiskers back
through her pubes.  "Smwq!"
   "Nhn!" she hunched a little, so I reached back to hold her thighs.
   "Good, didn't let go." She pulled at them, the corners, I could see the
shadow of her triceps, under her arms, in the folds of the sheet. 
"Hlaaaahhh!" Just breathe, and this little soldier's standing right up at
attention.  "Heheheh," She tenses, to say something, and I just brush the
tip of it.
   "Nyuh!"
   "Heh heh heh." Breath play, she never knows when, or where it will come,
but she can't touch me, or herself.  Every single hair standing on end. 
"Swmquip!"
   "Huh!" She starts a situp, and her abdomen hunches.
   'Wwwwwwwwwwh!' Shivers.
   'uh uh uh uh!' Quick shallow gasps.
   'snhhhhhhhh...' down, running the tip of my nose down between her folds.
   Patience.  Mutlitasking here, managed not to let the wrapper crinckle,
back between my knees.  Get her good and wet, deep, driving the tip of my
nose into her 'Corner.' ~Larry.  Not nearly enough stimulation to get hir
off, I don't think, but after that goosebumps, and flush foreplay, I want
to err on the side of caution.
   She sniffs at my wetted fingers, smells herself, but can't reach to
taste, or lap at them.  Lets her head fall, and giggles, silently.
   And then I'm up, between her hips, just pressing against her.  "Yes,"
her eyes open, "Yes now, please." I can see it into her eyes, until they
drop, and tighten.  Inches.  Crawler gear, 4xLow.  "Nhuhn!" Hold it, shift
my knees a little bit to reach up, plant my elbows, and grip her wrists.
   'let go.'
   PWH!  ~Mega.
   It didn't take many hard deep full length strokes to get me off.  She'd
hardly even started.  I know damned well she made up some vowels on that
one, pulled the pillow out, and held it over her face to scream in it.  I
just slipped out, and caught my breath.  Threw the phone on my bed, and got
my shorts.  She'd come and find me when she needed one.  Good time to roll
a joint.  "Yeah," kick back, and put my feet up.
   "Huhhhhalright," she took a drag.
   "Gangbangs?" She searches my face, picks up on the emotes.
   Shrug, "Too far?"
   "In under a year, probably just a little.  Relax, patience." Was a time
I'd suggest Larry as a role model, but that was an explosive mix.
   Her eyes searched around in her thoughts, "Mhm?" Looked up, ""Did you
see the hate-mail?"
   "Ruth?" I shook my head.
   "You're one of her victims."
   "I know," how do you manipulate a narcissist?  Let us manipulate
ourselves.  She's not, though.  She a modest badass?  She doesn't care
about, any of that.  But she cares about me.
   "What?"
   "Nothing," she settles down, on her chest, and I rub her back.  No
tension, just completely relaxed, her breaths slowing as she drifts off,
eyes already racing.  Now, usually I save this analysis for the sack, to
get the mindfuck to intensify my orgasm.  Guys aren't multi-orgasmic, we
aren't.  There's some tricks to simulate it, apparently that Gary kid pees
with a hardon to simulate ejaculation, or for this post orgasm sensitivity.
I try not to grunt, or shake the bed, so I get up.
   Mmh, beer.  I can see the attraction, not to the point of getting
addicted to it, preferentially, but it's an interesting sensation,
especially with whiskey dick, like a mini emotional release with the
fullness, and flow for urethral stimulation, and maybe a little pinching.
"Mrh!" Shivered a little.
   No, Herm.
   [Hubert
   Mega, the ultimate puzzle.  I'll use your notebook so you can read it
better, but the challenge is how non-linear you are.  Even writing linearly
like this, you tend to bounce around from track to track.  Now I know
you're mis-diagnosed with ADD, but that's the most common poster-diagnosis.
Every school councillor's office in the nation has at least that poster,
ultimately provided by the purveyors of Ritalin, and Aderol.  They're used
as diagnostic drugs, if Ritalin works, it's ADD, like Lithium for
Schizophrenia Praecox, or Bipolar Manic Depression.  (Intentionally using
the archaic terms for illustration, Psychiatry being an Art masquerading as
an Empirical Science.  Guess who my tutor was?)
   You, however are superhuman in a human world.  I can multi-task, under
the right circumstances, with the right frame of mind, but it's a lot of
work.  You can't turn it off, but I see your little tricks to manage it. 
Like music, yeah, I'll put something quiet on, take it out to smoke so as
not to wake you.
   [Metallica - Fade to Black.]
   Sleep tight, whenever you get it, it's a blessing.  So, anyway.  On the
road, or water, your spectrum awareness is good for reactions.  Even
chasing boys, it puts everything else out of your mind, so you can process
everything, and react more quickly.  Probably makes you a better fencer,
the Chess of martial arts.  {Actually, it's more like Billiards.  It's a
table, more than a board, and there's only 2 players in a Duel.  ;} I've
seen you come back from that, and reboot.  Start over from scratch, and
branch out to the many possibilities extrapolated from the first thought,
or stimulus.  I guess it turns out that I need to try this state of mind,
experience it to understand it, but this must be what it's like for you.  I
don't even want to smoke this bowl my hands just packed on automatic
because of the headchange.
   I think I understand how sex does it for you.  Not in any way I can
explain, but just writing like this flashes me back to reading your notes
like Dejavu.  I see now that you need sex, the overwhelming release to
reset, so all your mind-tracks can catch up to each-other, or I guess as
many tracks occupied so you can focus on one thing, like taking the river
down to Ruth's old camp.  I guess that's why you try to fix things with
sex, other people?  But remember, never forget that other people don't
think as you do, and you're relatively inexperienced.  It's not a game, no
matter how many Experience Points we wrack up, it only counts once we
process, and understand it.
   As much as you can understand us humans.  I'll help any way I can.
   "Sleep tight, smwq, Mega." I have to wonder what's switching back, and
forth behind your eyes.
   I really like this tantric kick, though.  Building up the sexual tension
for an explosive release.  Especially mixed, my psuedo-multi-orgasm.  This
was nice though, a mindblowing physical orgasm, now this mental/emotional
catharsis after.  "Hm," I see why you like it.]
   Mega
   ["Huh!" Thanks for the liter this morning, and your notes.  I guess
you're right, it's worst in the morning when I still have all the dreams in
my head.  [NP: Yello - Stalakdrama (Stella)...  Das Ich - Egodram
(Egodram)] Just woke up for a smoke, and some caffiene, it's uh, [4:18.]
I'll get you up after my bath.
   I guess it's kind of like that, I never thought about how linear people
are.  1 track minds, I guess, I think I have 2-4 at any given time. 
Writing like this is mostly a choice of which thought to keep, the most
important to remember, or archive, but now I lost my dreams.  Oh well, I
guess they couldn't have been that important.
   Mh, I love this part.  The 15 seconds in the middle of Egodram?  I think
it's the subconscious trying to fight itself up to die uberich, the
superego.  Freud didn't get everything wrong, I like his trinity.  I don't
know if I have a subconscious, or superconscious, maybe it's all three as
id, dreissIch?  (My phone won't do an efzet, and I don't feel like cut, and
pasting off google.) I'm not sure how German compounding really works, but
the gestalt.
   Hm, no use taking a shower then going to work.  Yeah, when we get home
the muscle rubs are great, and all, but I think I need a stronger reset. 
You know how I have to "pee" whenever we're relaxed, and unwound from work?
Well as my sponsor, I admit to have been cheating a little.  To think.  I
had to, you understand now?  I didn't until you explained it for me, thank
you for that.
   But last night, when you said "Let Go." Uh, maybe I should take a
shower? I didn't let go of the pillow, you know how I think in puns, but. I
don't know.  It was like a conscious reset?  I didn't get off, or the pow
of emotional release, it just all went away, and i could think.  Then i
think we swapped minds because I got one of your Mind Control orgasms.
   All those stimuli, the way you staged them, in what order.  I think it's
the most linear I remember thinking.  Yeah, I think I slipped into your
grove, just replaying every breath, and the path you took.  How you brushed
my hair to get me hard, built up all that sexual tention.  Then it was
Muschroom Cloud, like one of Larry's delayed orgasms, and I was nothing.  I
could see everything, feel everything, the spectrum awareness kicked in,
and there was nothing left for the Id, Das Ich in there, even overclocking
like that.  I think I blacked out, did I really scream into the pillow like
that?
   I don't know.  I'm not human, never was really, so you never came up
with the words, in any language.  German for one has a few English missed.
I'll say that.]
   "Mh,"
   "Oh," he's hard!  "You mind?" I held out the dregs.
   "Not this morning."
   "I read your notes," stretch, yawn, "I haven't slept like that in."
   "Yeah," He went to piss, "I know." Had to bend over the side of the
bathtub with the morning wood like that.
   "If you're up for it," I rubbed my hands up, and down his backs, and
sides, "I bet my ass is pretty tight now."
   "Huhuhuh!" He squeezed out the last of it.  "Yeah, I guess we can take
the day off." The earlier you get there, the better shot you have at a job,
but you don't have to call in.  They don't care if you don't sign up.  I
bend over to start the water.
   I got on my knees, between his legs, so I could sit down and wrinse. 
Slapped some water in to douche, but just felt the pressure on my back
door. I was tight, which just means he needs to fing me longer.  Turn it
off right about ball level, sitting down, and feeling back.  Hold onto the
faucet, it's hard, and warmed by the water.
   "Hn!" Relax.  He switches back to the pinky, "Nice and tight." He
chuckles, stopped doing that childish laugh, finally.  Or not as much, he
still giggles when he's giddy.  "uh, oh!" Knuckle pops through, like a
virgin, or my foreskin snapping back.  "Mh!" I tense a little, and push my
fingertips through my pubes to pop it out.
   "Spb!" It spats warm and slimy for him to work in, "HaulcH!  Spwrq!"
   "Hnh!" He cant get his finger in fast enough, and I feel myself spasm.
Not like an orgasm, but relaxed puckers, and he barely even finged me yet!
"nhH!" My voice cracks, but I don't care.  Just hold onto the faucet, don't
let go, to reach down, feel my body, "nuh!" He pulls out.
   "Cummere," the water splashes between us, and I feel him against me,
inside me.  So, I sink down.
   "Huh!" My nipples feel like they'll shatter, and fall off, spinning
around on the tips like hubcaps.  Don't rush it, overwhelm everything with
stimulation.  The way he sank into me last night.  So slow, and continuous
it felt like miles of penetration.
   Just hold on...
   He rubbed himself with the ball of his thumb through the guiche, and
pressed down.  The top of my anus stretched, like a fulcrum?  He was prying
himself down with his thumb, compound leverage inside me "Uh!" I hunched,
and my thighs flexed when he bushed my P spot.  I never imagined, he could
touch me there with it, where it's located.  He pushed me off, with his
thumb hooked so it dragged up the length of him, and I leaked out the
front.
   Okay, now I had to let go, and finger it out of the wet corner,
fortunately above the water.  The taste, my cum, uh!  It's my favorite
flavor ever, and you'd have to come up with something pretty awesome to
make it better.  I pulled the plug, but he was up, behind me.  Hand on the
small of my back, and nothing inside me.  I was spasming faster, like twice
a second, nowhwere near the deep thrumming of my heart, or the shallow
gasps of my breath.  "Slowhnngh!" 'whhhhhhhhhhh!'
   Miles of cock.  'uh?' He just waited, held it in there, and my face
pulsed like I was being strangled.  My ass stopped quivering, then I
erupted inside.  "HnnNNHHHUAH!" It was so loud in there!
   He held me, against his hips, strong hands on my chest, kept me from
falling, or flailing in a seizure.  That's what it felt like, all the
twitching was inside, but I didn't have to touch anything, and the small of
my back cramped up.  Even that felt good, but he had to pull out, when it
didn't and it hurt.  "Ngh, kuhHuhuh huh huh HUuuuuuh..."
   I turned around, he didn't get off.  Still hard, he stopped my hands,
got up, and turned around.  "You know anything about tantra?" I giggled. 
"Just," he reached back for his glutes, "Finger me until I get soft.  Don't
worry about blue balls, I don't need to get off, so I think I'll save this
one."
   "Smwuip!" I smiled, and bent.  "Okay!  Smrq!  lwL!"
   "Hn!" He relaxed.  "Ah, this is retarded.  Huhah!" I felt him laugh, and
giggled.
   MEGA {MTM NS}
   "Okay, step back like this:" L He's left handed.  "Okay, now step out to
extension," I Lunged.
   "Heha!" I stepped back, "Do that again, in slow motion."
   "Uh," step back, "Huh, I can't take the step.  Okay, from here, no." I
grabbed his shoulders.  "Put your whole body into it, square your feet. 
Right, from the hip to full extension, you're picking up power, and
velocity.  A vector of speed, and direction, with the mass times the speed,
squared.  Sorry, uh, the faster you go, the harder you hit them.  Uh huh,
but you can get more power from your shoulders."
   Hold them again, "The feet are just a stance, you're pretty solid, but
your back" left "Leg is like a brace.  It props up your pelvis, and propels
it forward on your front leg.  From there, your spine should come in line
at the point of impact.  That's why I'm teaching you this first, because
it's a complex maneuver that you have to wire into Muscle Memory."
   "Like an Uppercut?" I follow him through the lunge again, but this time
he puts some power behind the extension.
   "Good, but more forward.  I'll work on wrist, forearm, you know how to
throw a punch." Judo/Karate, I think.  He doesn't say, I need as few
advantages as possible.  "Yes, will call this rising fist.  You don't need
a heart-shot without a blade, so you could hit the Solar Plexis, throat, or
palm up the chin." I didn't show him.
   "Side-arm," I stepped back, "You got Temple," fastfeints, "Cheekbone," 2
knuckles, "Jaw," Palm, "Or carotyd." Knife-hand.  Behind him, I need to
work on my left hand/main gauche anyway.  He's gonna mostly be fighting
righties, but have no extra penalty against other southpaws.  Kinda lucked
out on that, too.
   Okay, hairline.  Now that I see it, I see it, he needs to grow it out,
already too far gone for bangs, ballcaps?  Bandana, maybe a camo one? 
"Nhnhn!" Flectarn.
   "K'mere," Rapeface.  "You fag!" So, Knight moves, dancing around him
like a queen, with side-steps, and half turns to stay behind him, lunging,
and grabbing, sidestep to a wall.  Scored a couple hits on his ass cheeks.
   "Fuck," tuck the side of my foot into the bottom, step out, but he
bounces off of it.  "Really?" We go down, "NhihAHAHA!" Push his hands away
from my ribs, and slap his arm.  "You wanna go play some pool?" He helps me
up.
   [x] Slap, and Tickle.
   "Hah!"
   "Can I get a drag?" Smq!  Shoulder, humerus, byegones.  Starting to get
twilit, so I drop my goggles around my neck, and they rattle on my
headphones.  He reaches back, feels my untershave, and widow's peak.  (Like
Aranea Peel, only my hair.) "Get us some beers?  Mh," snatch his
changepurse out, and grab some quarters.  Open table, the sharks swimming
around the full size ones.  Drop, rack, break.
   "Hey," rub my mustache to draw attention to it.
   "Uh," slip my hand back to the thick end, tap my palm for balance, and
step beck.  "Huhah!" Behind him, a couple beers.  "Tank."
   "Here hun," he hands one back, dropping naturally on the horse, I take a
half step back, between the $.50 tables, and set down my beer, behind me.
Cheap, for bar drinks, it helps me sleep.
   "Apologize."
   "Or what?"
   "Heh!" I can hear his grin, "Or I let her kick your ass, you want to
take this out to the parking lot?" Cars are just as better, they won't let
us take out the sticks, and bottles.  Spectrum awareness, the many possible
ways to approach this radiating out in front of me, like a reverse point of
perspective.
   [ ] Bar fight.  How Bukowski!  Huh, put a dent in it.  Steady hands, not
enough to dull reflexes, screened, no lateral ways to attack without
jumping a table.  Contract my peripheral awareness, focus.
   "Or do you really want to do this infrontof all your Friend." He chucks
his head, and lets the bottle hang down by the neck, on his left.
   "Her?"
   "Left!" En guarde.  Well no, wide the fuck open, pull the lunge to a
cherry tap.  "Touche'." Like Ruth always said 'Surprise.' only leaving a
dot of blue chalk on his teeshirt.  "Nhihihinh!" Instead of bending the
foil upward, or putting it through his sternum.  Nah, it'd probably snap
first, or my grip would slip up the taper.  I need to get that cue with the
carbon fiber wrapped grip.  Graphite, expensive, I can dream.  Step back,
and let it slide down to bounce on the cap of my toe.  [x] One touch..
   Huey takes a pull, "Hah!  Thank's for trying out, bub." Pats his
shoulder, and turns him away.  "Stripes?"
   "Mh?" look back, "Oh, nothing sank." He set down his beer, so I handed
him the stick.  "Chalk that," he lines up the 4, with a possible leave back
on the 7, if he uses the right english.  He's helping me with my English.
Even with the blunted tip, I could have stabbed him in the crychoid space,
the way he froze, and looked over at Bert's sidestep.  "Nhihin!"
   "Pertty good jukebox," he side-stepped, and leaned over for the 7. 
Okay, I wouldn't have made that either, he hands me the stick.  "No, the
eleven." Eleven, eleven...
   [The Faint - Casual Sex.]
   |:_._...| "Fuck!" Lean over, he reaches around my hips to feel down to
my wrist, makes a bridge with the other hand.  'Whhhhhh..."
"Good." I need another beer, to counter the adrenaline, and steady my
hands, so I kill the first one, and hand it to him.  "Hm," stand it up, and
look over the table.  "Lousy leave, though." I think my hyperawareness was
starting to go away.  "Focus."
   She {MIT NS Diag}
   "Hey'Bert."
   "Heh huh ha." Sounds like Elvis Costello.  "Out of town, Doc?"
   "What's this about?"
   "Schizotypal Personality Disorder."
   "Mhm?  I've worked with a couple cases.  How pronounced?"
   "Mega?"
   "Uh?" She had to think.
   "Herm social avoidance, alienation, and so forth are basically caused by
not being completely human, but her ADD is off the scale.  She can't focus,
she has hyperfocused, a few times under extreme circumstances, but her main
communication barrier seems to be translating into linear human language."
   ...
   "I need to think." ...  "Schizotypals are typically asexual."
   "Are they?  I'm not sure about her sexuality.  Mentaly, she's romantic,
but, her fantasies are becoming more violent." The reason I finally brought
herm back, and eventually had to call.
   "Rape?"
   "No," huh, "Like you say, asexual.  Anatomical curiosity, and herm body
can feel pleasure, but it takes all my tricks just to arouse herm, and I'm
running out of them."
   "Alright, well maybe that would be consistent.  Tr?"
   "Uh huh."
   "If you substitute the futuristic Transhuman," she didn't say Fantasy,
or Delusion, "..'Ism for the magical thinking...  Yes, I can see where
there's overlap."
   "Co-diagnosis?"
   "Perhaps, where're you calling from?"
   Hir kitchen, as it turns out.  "Who're you stalking?" Not really a
question.
   "Huh," Took a moment, "I'm in Florida for the weekend." Dust on the
counters, and Cutting board.
   "6 weeks?" I guestimated.
   "Uh!" rolled eyes?  "Thereabouts."
   "Hurry back."
   "What did she say?" sHe rubbed my back.
   "We can not worry about rent, for a week, or maybe 2..."
   Tainted Love {Gloria Jones (Ed Cobb)}
   And there she was.  I was just doing an artsearch {(f)} and came apon
   [Lovers II: Ruth Cannon.]
   Wax, and wood, respectively, facing, holding each-other.  At the chest,
and privates, not mirror images, but cast one from the other with a female
mold.  Eye-to eye, it looks like their stares are locked, but I can't walk
around it, or rotate it in 3D.  Looks like a camera phone shot, but
artfully lit.
   [_Ruth_Cannon_] click) [Open Link in New Window...] Hmh, Goddess, in the
corner of my garage, [Private Collection]
   [God/dess] Daylight shot, sun dappling through the leaves, but snowy
background?  That blizzard, this March?  "Huh!" Need to hike back out
there, this evening.  These legs ain't getting no younger.  [On Display]
Hover over it brings up google maps, probably GPS.
   [Succubus] Stainless steel mop-sink, it looked like.  Brick/tile above
it, stood up on it's legs.  [Private Collection.] Upstairs master closet,
it's a walk-in.
   [The Lovers]
   .
   .
   .
   (Click [The Artist.]
   Standing in front of the mirror, bikini, gasp.  Just the self image
shot, this is what I have left.  Down to the implants up front, belly flat,
but loose, and wrinkled with stretch-marks I ached to run my fingers
through.  "Hm," the screen feels cold, and hard, so I tap it with my nails.
Great tan, and freckles on her shoulders with enough zoom.
   (Click [IMG]
   Hold that breath, turned to prop that toe on the hardwood, fist twisted
back like a d, behind the tight boulder of bottom, and hard looking pubis
mons framed by the hot pink piping of that itty bitty teeny weeny aqua
bikini with particolor (aqua on hot pink) top popped out in front of that
stretched out bicep.  I bought 'em, might as well appreciate them. 
"Huhahim!" Bite my lip, and that tricep, looked like a calf.  Bitter
lipstick.
   Holding up a track bike, fixie.  No brakes, looked like 28" mountain
bike tires.
   [Gallery] Longboat key Fl.  Off the coast of Sarasota.
   Back to [The Lovers.] Actually fairly modest, the way their arms cross
around each-other, impossibly the way she made them.  Okay, that's Meghan's
body, I can see that, but not crotch shots, none.  Nothing overtly
pornographic except for the explicit sexual contact.
   [Available in Bronze]?  Still has the molds, or lost wax, duh.
   Liberacce' - "I'll be seeing you..." Maybe Jimmy Durante'?
   The back of my suit, Armani?  Haircut, bleach, and dye brown, get in
under her radar in drag.  Stop waxing a couple-few months.  No hat, I can
still walk male, in flats.  Or practice.  In the corner, looking over them.
With the mirrors behind them to either side.
   [IMG] Oh, they separate, but the only difference between them is his
groin.  Grown out, and a void in her forearm.  In translucent wax.  I
remember her hand on me, but not ever such an intense climax. 
Creshendississimo!  Turn around, as she comes up behind me, shades coming
off, in my new haircut.  Catching her eyes.
   "Surprise."
   .
   .
   .
  
Sex Objects