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"birthdays" or "cakes," so I say nothing.
      "You like cars. I let you drive my Viper."
      Cars! I remember those. Sleek, sexy, fast, and powerful, all the things I like.
Something nags at me. "Why did you smash this `birthday cake' into the ceiling?" I
    wait for his answer and am struck by a violent sense of d�j� vu--that I have waited for
many answers from my beast, and have gotten few, if any.
      He stares down at me. He seems startled that I have asked such a question. I have
confused myself with it. I do not ask questions. I have little interest in talk. There is
only now. I met my lover the day he became my lover. What do I care of things called
cakes and birthdays? Yet I seem to want his answer very much and feel oddly deflated
when he does not give me one.
      "I am Jericho Barrons. Say my name."
      I try to turn my face away, but his hands clamp like a vise on my skull and hold it
immobile, preventing me from looking away.
      I close my eyes.
      He shakes me. "Say my name."
      "No."
      "Damn it, would you just cooperate?"
      "I do not know that word, `cooperate.' "
      "Obviously," he growls.
      "I think you make up words."
      "I do not make up words."
      "Do, too."
      "Do not."
      "Too."
      "Not."
      I laugh.
      "Woman, you make me crazed," he mutters.
      We do this often. Get into childish arguments. He is stubborn, my beast.
      "Open your eyes and say my name."
      I squeeze them shut more tightly.
      "It would make my cock hard to hear you say my name."
      My eyes pop open. "Jericho Barrons," I say sweetly.
      He makes a pained sound. "Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep
you this way."
       I touch his face. "I like how I am. I like how you are, too. When you are ... What is
that word you used? Cooperating."
      "Tell me to fuck you."
      I smile and comply. We're back in territory I understand.
      "You didn't say my name. Say my name when you tell me to fuck you."
      "Fuck me, Jericho Barrons."
      "From now on, you will call me Jericho Barrons every time you speak to me."
      He is a strange beast. But he gives me what I want. I suppose it will not kill me to do
the same.
     And so we begin a different way of being. I call him Jericho Barrons and he calls me
Mac.
      We are no longer animals. We have "names."
    I dream of his "Alina" and wake up weeping. But there is something new inside me.
Something cold and explosive beneath the tears.
      I do not know what to call it, but it makes me pace. I stalk the room like the animal I
am, smashing and breaking things. I scream until my throat is raw.
      Suddenly I have new words.
      Rage.
      Anger. Violence.
      I am all the fury that ever was. I could scourge the earth with my grief and madness.
      I want something. But I do not know what it is.
      He watches me in silence.
       I think it must be sex. I go to him. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me to
stand between his legs.
      My hands hurt from hitting things. He kisses them.
       "Revenge," he says softly. "They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how
to take back. Revenge, Mac."
      I cock my head. I try the word on my tongue. "Revenge." Yes. That is what I want.
    He is gone when I wake, and I have a bad moment, but then he is there and has brought
many boxes and some of them smell good.
      I no longer resist when he offers me food. I anticipate it. Food is pleasure. Sometimes
I put things on his body and lick them off, and he watches me with dark eyes and
shudders as he comes.
      He leaves and returns with more boxes.
      I sit on the bed, eat, and watch him.
      He opens boxes and begins to build something. It is strange. He plays music on his
eye-pod that makes me feel uncomfortable ... young, childish.
     "It's a tree, Mac. You and Alina put one up every year. I couldn't get a live one.
We're in a Dark Zone. Do you remember Dark Zones?"
      I shake my head.
      "You named them."
      I shake my head.
      "How about December