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ever, and
recuperated for the rest of the day.
    Mel called in very sick.
     
    Eight pm.
     
    Winnie was Mel’s to a certain extent, all the time. Winnie gave it
all, always. Only sometimes Mel needed to reel her in. Crop lashes from Mel
really hurt. The pain made Winnie’s body buzz from the warmth that radiated
out. She felt shaky good inside.
    Mel described it to Winnie. She wanted to open Winnie flat on the
ground and cum all over her. Winnie liked the idea of being opened flat; it seemed
like it would be another place of perfect safety Mel could bring her to. Winnie
pictured herself a page in a big fat book, hiding. Mel told Winnie about
Nigreda and how they’d done it together, laid out flat by The Lock Tavern that
night.
    “Brown girls covered in cum droplets,” said Mel. She described how
she and Nigreda had disappeared in the pain. Mel knew Winnie was a little
jealous, maybe a lot. She promised her, “Win, I know we can go there together
with Nigreda. We will.”
    On rare occasions, they would switch. Mel called it ‘topping from
the bottom’. She’d even let Winnie use the blue man sometimes and Winnie would
wear Mel’s white socks and runners—they were a size too big and she was always
slipping when she rocked away on top of Mel. It was just a funny thing between
them. Little nuances. Was that what love was about?
     
    Mel had a way out of their funk—their almost deadly funk—a way
that didn’t require them to end everything, and a way for them to lay
themselves flat out together. Maybe.
    She cracked the Absinthe Zele that she’d given Winnie last
Christmas. Out of her pack: the diary, four bottled waters, a packet of canines,
her pot—she told Winnie to get her vitamins.
    Mel squeezed the plastic water bottle hard with the cap on. A
hairline spray came out of the cap hitting Winnie’s nipples and Winnie pushed
her chest out for more.
    Mel tossed her the bottled water. “Drink that!”
    “Here.” Mel handed Winnie the picture of Jack. “This
is the man part,” she said. “Draw him inside the Man-Rabbit. With the fine fur
and the little ears. The man is Jack, but they are one together.”
    “Who is he?” Winnie asked.
    “That’s the thing, I feel like I know him. I found the
picture mixed in with my oxys, after everything happened. I think the Man-Rabbit
put it there...somehow. I don’t know Win, we’re just doing this.”
     
    Winnie had already drawn the Man-Rabbit while Mel
described him to her. It was as if she were describing a perpetrator to the
cops as a witness. Winnie drew and redrew until it was as good as it could be. Once
Winnie had the Man-Rabbit’s image right, Mel told her to draw him in as many
positions as she could, like a Michelangelo sketch book. Plus she was to leave
the facial expression the same, because the Man-Rabbit didn’t change his expression,
ever. After Winnie completed the drawings to Mel’s
satisfaction, she spent some time explaining to Winnie how and why they needed
to go to the island.
     
    Mel cracked the Absinthe Zele and poured some into a snifter.
    “It looks like mouthwash,” said Winnie.
    “It tastes like gasoline—until you add this.”
    Mel dipped a teaspoon of white sugar into the snifter to soak up
the absinthe liquid. Winnie lit it on fire and Mel tilted the spoon. Flaming
caramelized sugar dripped into the snifter.
    Winnie’s vitamins were eight orange ecstasy tabs sitting on the
table with an embossed Playboy logo on them. Winnie tilted her head back and Mel
dropped two in and gave her another water.
    About an hour later, after the absinthe was done, they were stand-up
kissing, Mel holding Winnie tight. Then Mel broke away. She pushed Winnie down
onto the couch. Winnie knew what was next.
    Out from the bedroom with long black hair, corseted in black
leather, Mel forced Winnie onto her hands and knees and cuffed her. Fucked her
from behind with the blue man. She didn’t wear the runners, because she wasn’t
Mel, she was the woman