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she only said that to make me feel better, anyway I had the whole swinging experience and will have another one soon, as Max and Ava are having a spring party. Don't worry, there won't be any scene, with Mick in New York. Ava told Kathy that Deana remained in Chicago when Mick left, and, while I should have felt a bit of schadenfreude, I have no right. I can't blame her for loving Mick. I know what loving Mick feels like, even though we only had that one day. She had him first and I was crazy to think I ever had a chance, besides the fact that he's so much older than me.
     
    Here's the crazy part, Caleb and Kathy have hooked up, yes for real. It started out innocently enough, both having Jettas, she gave Caleb a ride to the Marriott the next day, this after I had told her that Caleb had a cute cock. I invited her over for the next Friday night hook-up, she hid in the bathroom until I got Caleb's pants down and started to stroke, then she popped out and said, "surprise". Poor Caleb nearly had a heart attack as Kathy started stroking him right off the bat and we gave Caleb a night that he will never forget. Kathy has a thing for burly guys with Buddha cocks and has been opening his eyes to the world  beyond baking, and playing Halo online with his Cucamonga cousin, although they have kept getting baked and take turns lovingly driving each other's Jettas. He never gets jealous when Kathy and I fool around, saying it's his dream come true, and come he does, in copious amounts that Kathy adores and spreads over her body like creamy hand lotion, she being such a slut who has taught me so much.
     
    So I have everything, except love, which has been missing since Antoine left, and maybe that wasn't real love, because I haven't given him a single thought since Mick, my pork-pie hat, leather jacket, motorcycle-booted love. His image forever rotating like an indexable holder in the CNC machine of my mind, taking the Brown Line to and fro, living a Northside Chicago life.
     
    I was writing  Cryogenic Treatment and Cutting Tool Life when EJE II interrupted, as he usually does without so much as a throat-clearing cough or ahem.
     
    "Moll, someone here to see you."
     
    I know I looked up with this half-crazed face, hating it so when he calls me Moll, but standing behind him, pork pie hat in hand, was Mick, all the way from New York. Broadway Mick, leather jacket Mick, incredible improv Mick.
     
    "Got time for lunch?"
     
    "Violating rule number four."
     
    "You were my favorite student of all time."
     
    "Your favorite student and madly in love."
     
    "I guess we'll have to continue the scene."
     
    I ran into his arms and held him as I had never held another man. "I don't want to let you go."
     
    "Come to New York with me and you won't have to."
     
    ———
     
    Mick has been cast as the lead in a new cable show being filmed here in New York, called Incubus Hunter . Mick will play a paranormal detective who tracks down evil spirits who rape women and men. Mick gains the power to destroy Incubi after a life-long study of secret Kabbalah and Catholic ritual. And I have written the story for a new graphic novel featuring a female super-hero called Radical Chick . She gained the power to change the molecular structure of matter after having been cryogenically frozen and re-animated in a mad scientist's lab. The mad scientist is named Antoine and is tall, Black, with Bob Marley dreadlocks, and a sonorous voice. Write what you know, they say.
     
    It's fall in New York, the light over Manhattan is brilliant. We have a co-op downtown and are but a cab ride away from the best of everything in the world. Caleb and Kathy are coming to visit next week, but right now I'm concentrating on Mick's flaccid cock, sucking it gently and stroking. We have a date to make love every Sunday morning, it's our spiritual celebration, not that we don't fuck whenever, through-out the week, it's just that Sunday morning is ineffaceable. I love feeling his