I pondered this. The Gulf Stream. The yacht must be somewhere in the Caribbean. How did it get down there so quickly? No yacht is that fast. The problem made my head ache worse.
Totally oblivious that I had all the evidence of absolute catastrophe around me, I went back to bed.
Some hours later, I was apparently having a nightmare. There was a mighty roll of drums and then a rhythmic beat. The whine and yowl of electric guitars shrieked and dripped with sex. A chorale beat at me:
Do it in the morning.
Do it in the night.
Do it to me, baby
And do it right.
Do it in the water.
Do it in the clouds.
Do it long and tenderly
And make me proud.
Do it, do it, do it!
And do it once again.
Write a day of ecstasy
With your lovely pen.
Do it, do it, do it!
Don't be shy!
Do it, do it, do it!
And gaze up at the sky.
For this must be heaven,
You can hear the angels cry,
"Do it, do it, do it!"
So open up your fly!
What strange music for a nightmare! It must be a nightmare, for everything was black. But it was accompanied by a moist, delightful sensation. I lay there. The music had stopped but the sensation continued. Then the same piece started up again and the sensation mounted. Was the music the sensation?
Suddenly I realized there was something on me. It was moving to the beat of the music!
Hey, this was too real for a nightmare even if everything WAS black.
I ripped at my eyes. There was something on my eyes!
I tore it off.
TEENIE!
She was sitting astride me!
She stopped rocking back and forth and looked at me with her big eyes. "Now you've spoiled it," she said.
"Spoiled what?" I raved, trying to get her off of me.
She sat there, not budging an inch. "I was keeping our bargain. You said you never wanted to see me again, so I covered up your eyes. Now you've taken it off and broken our agreement."
"How did you get in here?" I raved.
"You left the back door open," she said. "And don't scold. I am NOT playing hooky. I went straight out yesterday and enrolled in the Hong Kong whore's school. I'm doing it night school and days. I got A plus on my first lessons and now I am doing my homework."
"Get off me and get out of here!" I grated.
She clung firmly astride. "I learned some nice things. I never knew you could do so many things with muscles inside and outside. And I knew you would be fascinated at the rapid progress your protege was making. Feel this."
She sat perfectly still, apparently, but inside her there was a gentle stroking feeling.
"That's just one internal muscle moving," she said. "It's the yummy-yum muscle. All the muscles have names. If I set another one opposite it going, you would (bleepulate) and we don't want that so quick. So, pretty good for a street urchin, huh? I can see that you liked it. Right now I'm holding you in the 'whoa-boy' position that prevents a 'too-soon.' Oh, I feel I'm getting somewhere, now. Even my parents will be proud of me."
"Hey, I thought your parents were dead."
"Oh, no. They are doing life in a maximum-security Federal pen. They engineered a presidential-assassination attempt that failed and when they went to prison I
was made a ward of the court. But the judge wouldn't appoint a guardian: he kept me in his chambers so I could handle him with oral testimony and relax him in the middle of difficult cases."
I stared at her. This was an entirely different story of her life than she had told me yesterday. What was I dealing with in this female monster?
"You get out of here," I said, "you broke your bargain!"
"No. You broke it. You're the one who took the cover off your eyes. Don't blame others for your own misdeeds."
"Teenie," I said, "you get off of me, put your clothes back on and get the Hells out of here. And take your (bleeped) Chinese positions and muscles with you!"
"This one, too?" she said.
My hand clutched the side of the bed. Then it began to relax. My fingers straightened out stiffly, quivering.
An errant bee wandered in from the garden, buzzed in circles round and round at the window.
A potted plant began to spin.
The buzz of the bee went up and down in volume.
"This is 'rickshaw boy, chop, chop,'" said Teenie in a strained voice.
The potted plant swung faster. "Now I'll let you!" Teenie cried.
The potted plant exploded.
The bee soared off into the sky but it wasn't its buzz I was hearing. It was the expiring croon of Teenie. She raised her eyes to me triumphantly. "Oh, boy," she said, "now I think even you will agree that I will amount to something when I'm fully educated."
I didn't push her off. I felt too weak.
After a little, she said, "Now kiss me." As her mouth
was on mine, I couldn't avoid it. She raised her head a bit. "No, not like that! Here's a proper kiss. Open your mouth slightly, put it in the Q position. Now take your tongue..."
I groaned as a second potted plant began to spin. Then a third one started to turn. Then a fourth one began to rotate.
The second exploded. The third exploded. The fourth exploded.
I conked out, unconscious.
A long time later, a voice said, "For God's sake! It's five o'clock! And you're still in bed!" It was Adora.
I looked around wildly. The effort made my head feel like it was being hit with an axe. No Teenie. I was -all alone in bed.
"Where is she?" I babbled.
"She's in the other room," said Adora. "Both of them are. One is a blonde, the other a brunette, and they're hot as a forest fire to find out what real sex is. This is no time for you to be having wet dreams when the quarry is in the front room. So tallyho. Let's get after the tail!"
"I can't," I said. "I'm totally exhausted and my head is killing me."
"Oh, that again!" said Adora. She went to a table, stuffed and lit the bhong. I searched in vain within me to find energy to object. She came back and put the stem in my mouth. "You want to fool with a bhong, then stop fooling with it. By the numbers, six big inhales. One... hold it, hold it, hold it. Exhale. Two..."
We got through the six. Everything had gone gray and soft. I was floating. Memory was starting to fade. So was the instinct to survive.
"You seem to have developed a taste for music," said
Adora. "Good sign. I'll go out and play the record you left on the stereo."
Presently here it came, booming through the room-Do it, do it, do it!
Adora was there again. She had a pill and a glass. She put the pill in my mouth. I could not object, given the deadly and determined look on her face. "That's Benzedrine," she said. "An ordinary upper. Well, don't just lie there holding it in your mouth, you idiot. The capsule will melt and the stuff is bitter. Chase it down with this."
The pill was bitter. I gulped the liquid convulsively.
GIN!
A tumbler full of raw gin! And I had it down before I found out!
I was gasping painfully from the assault on my throat. Then flame exploded in my stomach.
Adora's eyes held that deadly gleam. She said, "Now get out of that bed and go into the front room. And do it, do it, do it!"
I have no memory at all of that evening. She had said they were a blonde and brunette but they might as well have been horses for all I knew of it.