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unwanted ménage à trois

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th reb and i were at bmc, although it reminded me of th meadow beside th pond at bju. we were lying together on a blanket, unhurried foreplay

once i looked up and noticed a young woman coming up th walk from th pond. she was looking in our direction, but i figured th brush around us would give us enough privacy, so th reb and i continued. a while later i looked up again and th woman was a step or two closer, and again a while later. it seemed she was taking forever to pass. although i still thought she couldn’t see us, i nestled in closer to a bush. but when i looked up, she was standing directly above us, with a hard cold look in her eye. i couldn’t see why she was being such a bitch, it wasn’t as though we were th only couple lying thus on th campus, it was common practice

but it turned out she’d not come to stop, but to join. that was absurd and i was very upset. but she revealed that she was patrolling th ground in an official capacity and would report us if we did not consent to her desires and allow her to join us. th reb gave her consent and th woman undressed and lay down on th other side of me. she was very demanding. i eventually had sex with her from her back

i was doing some personal reconnaissance work on a dark house. nonchalant, hands in my pockets. but some friends were being held hostage by some people in that house, and i was waiting for some help to come so we could release th captives

i knew already what would happen: i could see us causing a commotion and breaking in, i could see us cornering th captors, i could see my sword finding its mark with one of th captors on th landing halfway up th stairs

i looked around a corner of th house and up th driveway. a crowd of friends was coming to help. we stood on th sill of one of th downstairs windows and with sticks smashed a 2nd floor window where we knew th captors to be, yelling challenges. i was remembering th picture i had of this before and was doing my part like an actor in a play, following th script. i jumped down and began smashing all th 1st floor windows, most of th wall was window. i jumped into an empty room looking for a fight, had a little duel with one of th antagonists

then there followed a short interjected scene where i shared a bathtub with that person, while my allies watched on

running with him out behind th house in a field of long grass, singing lyrics from jesus christ superstar, leading th man to a tree in th middle of th field. my friends were calling me back, but i wouldn’t listen. when finally i did go back, i was walking slowly in pouring rain and that opponent was no longer around. my friends were all standing waiting for me like an audience

th music came to a pause, it was right after judas uttered th words of betrayal. i looked at th expectant faces around me, for a moment th only sound was a monotonous rain

then again, like i was in a movie, i turned to look up th stairs behind me, a flight up to a landing then two more flights circling around to th left to a loftlike room above, and as i turned th music began again, soft but persistent, th disciple’s song at th last supper

th hostages had been freed, th skirmish basically over, but one captor remained and wouldn’t surrender. she stood on th landing and i approached her with my sword pointing, walking as in a dream

as i made my thrust, however, she dodged and slithered up th stairs, and th spell was broken. she spat at me like an angry cat, hissing indeciperable curses, her eyes were black fire. i leaped up onto th railing of th loft jabbing with my sword, and at first she managed to dodge. but sh eventually would have been beaten anyway, so she began to throw herself at my sword, still spitting a continuous torrent of venomous hatred

her back was soon without skin, only ripped and ugly red flesh. in one final rage she jumped upon me. i was afraid she intended to drag me to death with her on th floor below and i shook her vigorously, her ugly back swelling inches from my face, making my stomach weak. then she fell to th floor below, tangled in her ripped clothes, so that her head was covered. i turned and fell down on her, bringing th weight of my fall into my elbows as i aimed one at her head and one at her lower back

when i stood, almost everyone was gone. everything was quiet. i was not even short of breath. i avoided looking at th crumpled bundle on th floor. a child went over and nudged at th girl, and for an instant his hope seemed to give life back to her. but i crisply announced that she was indeed dead, i could still feel th electricity of her backbone and neck snapping under my elbows. we stood awhile in embarrassed silence, waiting for th body to leave us

tom mosteller mentioned something about a card game we’d been partners in before th conflict, where if i’d been watching what cards had gone down, i would have known that th last remaining one was th ace of spades. that was th card i had needed, but i hadn’t been keeping track

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Written by macheide

18 November 1976 at 4:04 am

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