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juice filling, and placed it on her tongue and sighed as she teased
it with her tongue and teeth, feeling the tingle of anticipation in
her body and the slight knot in her stomach and then she could fight
no more and started to ease her teeth into the softened chocolate
covering and continued to exert pressure as the flavors of the
chocolate and the cherry juice twitched in her mouth and then the
covering was parted like the red sea and the captured cherry floated
to freedom and Sara Goldfarb rolled it around her mouth filled with
flavors and fluids that she allowed to slowly trickle down her
twitching throat and then she rolled her eyes back as she bit into
the cherry, but didnt roll them back so far that she would miss any
of the action on the screen. She licked her fingers and then held her
hands, one at a time, in front of her and inspected the cherry red
nail polish then stared through her spread fingers at her television
set, and snuggled into herself as she walked from the rear of the
stage to the front, wearing her cherry red dress that fit so good
since she lost the weight, and the gold shoes that look so rich on
her feet, and her hair was such a gorgeous red like you wouldnt
believe— O, I almost forgot. The hair. It should be red. Its so
long since it was red. Tomorrow I'll ask Ada to dye my hair. So who
cares if red doesnt show so good. Im wearing red. Except the shoes.
Except the shoes Im all red. When they ask my name I'll tell them
Little Red Riding Hood. Thats what I'll say. I'll look the television
camera right in the eye as the little red light is winking and
blinking and tell them Im Little Red Riding Hood.
    Harry walked Marion home. The night was warm and
humid, but they werent too aware of the weather. They knew it was
warm and humid, but it remained a fact outside themselves and not
something they were experiencing. Their bodies still tingled and
tensed slightly from the poppers and the laughing, and they also felt
loose and cool from all the pot and hash. It was a delightful
evening, or morning, or whatever it was, for walking the streets of
that part of the Apple called the Bronx. There was a sky somewhere
above the tops of the buildings, with stars and a moon and all the
things there are in a sky, but they were content to think of the
distant street lights as planets and stars. If the lights prevented
you from seeing the heavens, then perform a little magic and change
reality to fit the need. The street lights were now planets and stars
and moon.
    Even at this time of the morning the streets were
fairly active with cars, cabs, trucks, people and occasional drunks.
A block away two staggered vaguely in their direction. The woman kept
tugging on the arm of the guy, I gotta pee. Fa krists sake stop so I
can pee. Cantya wait five minutes fa krists sake. Its just anotha
couple a blocks. No. I gotta pee. Back it up the ladder. Whatta ya
think Ive been doin? My molars are floatin. Jesus krist, your some
pain in the ass, ya know that? Yeah? Well it aint my ass thats buggin
me. She grabbed him and they stopped and she lifted her skirt and
hung on to his belt and squatted behind him and started to pee, Hey,
what the hell ya doin ya crazy bitch?— Ahhhhhhhh that feels so
good— You some kindda nut or— Stop wigglin, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh—
Aintya got no shame? He spread his legs tryin to avoid the ever
widening and ceaseless flow of an evenings beer drinking as she
continued to sigh with life saving relief easily ignoring the gentle
splashings that tingled her legs, her eyes closed in absolute ecstasy
as she swayed back and forth, tugging at his belt as she reached the
end of the arc in either direction, he trying to maintain his own
precarious balance and tug her back in the other direction while
doing a quick pantomime to avoid the results of the opening of the
floodgates, Let go fa krists sake, but she continued to tug and sigh
and pee, Ya gonna pullus—suddenly he noticed Harry and Marion and
he jerked