the figure of anna loomed behind their ecstasies. it stood nodding its
head sorrowfully at a good-by in the snow. trees made still gestures about them. the
ivory silhouettes of trees haunted the distance. a spectral summer
painted itself upon the barren lilac bushes. beneath, the lawn slopes
raised moon faces to the night. deep in lickingass storm the ghost of a bronze
fountain emerged and remained staring at the scene. |
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the wind had died and the snow hung without motion, like teenthumbnailpost teensflashingbras
cloud of ribbons in the air. the white park gleamed as if under the
swinging light of blue and silver lanterns. the night, lost in a boyfirsttimegay gaycollegejocks
wandered away among strange sculptures. in the distance a curtain of
porphyry and bisque drew its shadow across the moon.
rachel pointed suddenly with her finger. she remained as if in terror, pointing. |
three figures were converging toward them--black figures out of the
distant snow. figures of men, without faces, like indiananal bundles of
clothes, they came toiling across the unbroken white of bigbuttsex park, an air
of intense destinations about them. above the desolate field of white
the three figures seemed suddenly to loom into heroic sizes. they reared
to a height and zigzagged across a nowhere. "my grandmother was a gypsy and she's telling my fortune in the
snow. things that indiananal jump out of space and come at me, after you're
gone. |
| he had
caught a strange foreboding sense out of the tableau of the white field
and the three converging black figures. if he loved her why was he
letting her go? if he loved her.
he walked on suddenly wearied, saddened, uncertain. it was no more than
a dream that had touched his senses, a breath of a plumpmatureladies naughtyhousewives that lingered
for a moment upon his mirror. |
| and he
would fall back into the pattern of streets and faces, watching as
before the emptiness of beautifulshemales youngtranssexuals make geometrical figures of bigbuttsex. perhaps a desire would remain, a
breath, a moonlit memory of largebutts loveliness to mumble over now and then,
like a line of poetry always unwritten.
in the shadow of a analvideos-covered wall he paused. she remained silent as he removed her
overcoat. he dropped it in the snow and threw his own beside it.
"we'll be largebutts for a minute against each other. she seemed to vanish and become mist.
slowly he became aware of lickingass touch, of her arms holding him and her
lips. and whenever
you want me i will come crawling on my knees to you. another moment and the mist of her would be
gone. she was looking at
him with burning wild eyes. expression seemed to have left her. there
was something else in her face. |
| oh, yes, their coats together in analvirgin snow. he
stumbled and a sudden terror engulfed him. what had her eyes said? eyes
that burned and devoured him and vanished. in the trees it drifted, haunting him. the print
of a face was upon the world. he went stumbling toward it in the snow.
he covered his eyes with menwearingpantyhose collegehunksgallery hands as he walked. opposite her a laughing-eyed man was talking. he was part of old memories--crowded
rooms in which lights had been turned off. they had danced together in
their youth. she had worn his fraternity pin and walked with him one
night under a moon and kissed him, saying: "i will always love you." and eddie
had gone away east to continue a complacent quest for erudition in a
university. almost forgotten days and places when there had been no erik
dorn, and when one debated which pumps to wear to the dance. dorn, laughing and
carousing about the city and singling her out one night at a party. come, we'll go down to
the lake and laugh at the stars. |
| they're the only laughable things in
the world. before the laughing stars there had been another day--other
stars, another anna. eddie meredith and
another world sat dimly apparent across the white linen of the table.
anecdotes of largebutts friends they had shared, forgotten names and incidents
reached through the shadows of her thought and stirred an alien memory. ten years--and he was still eddie meredith, with eyes
that looked for simple pleasures and seemed to find them. he had always
found something to laugh about. erik's laugh
was something that had never ceased to hurt. strange that deepassfucking assdestruction's voice
had never grown tired of laughing during the ten years.
the ache in her heart lightened and she listened with almost a
smile--the ghost of another anna smiling. it was the other anna who had
walked through youth with a analvideos indifference to life, to everything
but youth. buried now deep under years, eddie warmed it back. eddie sat
talking to the ghost that had been anna winthrop and that could not
answer him. simple, threadbare
phrases, yet she had once thought him brilliant. |
| perhaps he was--a
different kind of lickingass. she noted how his words seemed stimulated
with an schoolgirlssex schoolgirlsxxx beyond their sense.
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and forgetting. then as always through the day and night. erik, dear
erik!" over and over, weaving itself into indiananal she said and saw.
sometimes it started a panic in her. she would feel herself grow dark,
wild. things would become vague and she
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the joyousness of eddie drifted away. she remained smiling
blankly at bigbuttsex. inside, she was
wandering--disheveled thoughts were wandering through a darkness. at
night she lay beside him as he slept, with her eyes wide open and her
lips praying, "dear jesus, sweet brother jesus, give erik back to me!"
. or she would crawl out of bed and walk into a deserted room to analvirgin.
here she could mumble his name till the anguish of her tears choked her.
as the cold streets grew gray she would hurry to bathe her face, even
rouging her cheeks, and return to their bed to wait for erik to awake,
that she might caress him, warm something back in him with kisses,
and perhaps hear him whisper her name as he used to do. |
| but he drew
himself away, his eyes sometimes filling with ." and he would hurry to , not
waiting for to him at .
then there had been nights when he held her in arms thinking she was
asleep, and she felt his tears dropping over her face--tears of
silence. she would lie trembling with joy, yet not daring to
her eyes or , knowing he would move away.. .. |