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t to see this. My eyelids get heavy, and either the cube or the alcohol has given me a headache. It's time to close my eyes. I put the cube back into my pocket so that Felix doesn't wake up and see it, then, gently, I place my hand on Priscilla's left breast. Keep my eyes closed, pretend I'm asleep; she'll think I didn't know I'd put it there. It's so soft, so warm. My heart is beating like it's about to pop a valve, and it won't stop. I feel guilty, now, molesting her in her sleep . . . I pull my hand away, place it on her stomach, no, down further, rest it on the curve of her hip. Innocent enough. My heart rate comes slowly down along with my blood pressure. Relax, I tell myself. Relax. She moves slightly, and makes a girlish sound. I open my eyes, look at her beautiful, peaceful face. Her eyes open for a second, stare unfocused directly into mine, then close again. She makes another sound, moves, sighs. I sigh too, feeling privileged, and grudgingly let my eyes close again. I want to keep watching, but my lids won't cooperate. What now? Sleep? No, I won't sleep, I'll just have to stay up. I've got a class in Berkeley at 10:00 AM. Teaching 20-year-olds about lizards, snakes, Page 29 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html frogs, and turtles. Jesus. Why didn't I become a comedian, instead? Or a rock and roll star? Jesus. I sit up and look at the little red light on the wall. I don't know why I didn't notice it before --- it's very bright, and it's in the shape of a woman's lips. "I'm singing in the rain," it sings, "I'm singing in the rain! What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again . . ." I glance out the window, and, yes, it's raining. I feel too lazy to crawl over Pris and Felix to get to the window for a better look, so I let myself sink through the bed and floor to the level below, and find --- much to my surprise --- that the room below is exactly like the one above, including the position of the bed and the people in it. So I sink down one more. Still the same thing! To the roof, then. I lie on my back, stretch my arms and legs toward the ceiling, and will myself into the air, up through the floors, the beds, the ceilings, on and on, until there's nothing but cloudy sky. Rain pelts my face and bare chest. I walk naked through a garden and carefully climb over a low iron fence to a grove of trees, and sit down in the damp grass and watch as the rain forms a rainbow. The rain is warm, like a shower, and I can feel the water running down the hill though the grass under my butt. It's a very sexy feeling, and I notice my penis is growing fully erect. I feel so free, I just let it grow---- "Oh, no. Now he's awake." "Hello. Wake up, wake up." Someone is shaking me gently, constantly. It's Pris. She's raised up on one elbow and Felix, behind her, is sitting up. His hair looks as if he'd just gone through electro-shock therapy. Pris is smiling. "What do you want for breakfast?" I blink, then am overcome by a tremendous yawn. Then I realize I have a monster erection and it's making the front of my pants look like a tent. I'm so embarrassed that I'm struck dumb, but Pris doesn't seem to have noticed it. "C-coffee," I mutter. "That goes without saying," Felix says. "Does corned beer hash sound okay?" Pris asks. "Corned beer hash?" Felix erupts into silly, tired laughter. "I said beef." "You said beer." "It sounds good," I tell Pris, feeling my erection fading. Thank god. "Either one, beer or beef. What time is it?" "About seven," Felix says. "You know, you snore like a mother." "I'm sorry." "You're not any worse than Felix," Pris says. She moves down to get past Felix, who is not moving, and brushes up against my erection which file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Jerry%20Davis%20-%20Random%20Acts.tx t (30 of 93) [10/18/2004 5:01:39 PM] file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Jerry%20Davis%20-%20Random%20Acts.tx t is still quite prominent. She stops and looks at it. "Oh, hello," she says, then giggles and continues on her way. Felix looks at it. "Nerk," he says. "What were you dreaming about?" "Nothing. Don't you get them in the mornings?" "Yes." Felix stands up carefully. The front of his pants looks like a tent. 4. NERK The arrangement, from what I understand, is that I drive Aaron's Mercedes to Berkeley and he picks it up at our apartment. So as I come up the hill to our apartment I'm looking for a parking place right in front --- a rarity, but it does happen --- and there before my eyes is a miracle. There is a parking spot up front, and for some reason the parking meter which usually curses this spot is missing. Is the city removing parking meters? I don't believe it. The world will end the day the city of Berkeley removes its Page 30 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html cherished parking meters. This must be the work of a vandal, but that's besides the point. If there's no meter, there's no way any of the local, rabid meter maids can justify giving it a ticket. I park, feeling joyful and blessed, and as I get out and lock the car I notice that there are no parking meters along the entire block. None. And they were there yesterday! It's too good to be true --- there has to be a catch somewhere --- but I cross my fingers and, glancing furtively up and down the street, cross the side walk and jog up the empty stairs to the Euclid. Tom's voice calls out my name as I enter the apartment. He meets me in the hallway, dripping water and wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "So," he says, "where were you last night?" "I spent the night with Pris." "Oh yeah?" "And Felix." "Oh. Nerk." He looks down, shrugs, a gesture I guess means You can't win them all. "I got a call this morning," he says. "It seems that the University got some huge grant last fall for some Top Secret government project." "Really?" I'm looking around to see any evidence of Heather. I hope to god he didn't bring her here. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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