|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- HONEYSUCKLE ROVER--CUP 8--"MEET QUILE MIGHTNARISH" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Honeysuckle Rover  ||  -------> (Cup SRhr008, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Quile Mightnarish needed no fanfare as she slammed the door open and stepped severely into the office. "Me! Choose me! Choose me choose me choose me choose me choose me choose me! Me me me!" a high-pitched voice wailed, from the TV-like theatercatten. Looking at it, Quile saw the cartoon character Kokle Pest in a frenzy, apparently yearning to be chosen for a scientific experiment of some kind. Quile Mightnarish, a 30-year-old woman with long curly black hair--somewhat unkempt! And a bit greasy looking--her face, a bit sharp--a bigger nose and weird, staring, intense expression made her look foreign, but did seem to inspire comfort in others. It seemed, to those around her, that she knew basically what was going on, and that--even if she didn't--then there wasn't much use in knowing. Not too tall--5'2", 5'3"--she was on the train. Sitting at her vestibule, she worked with her papers as the train rocked back and forth, speeding forward, in the stark noonlight. She felt as if she were dancing with her papers, at times. The train was heading thru a desolate part of the country these days--or a park of the country--or a parse of the country--or a--rocky, grassy, rivers of the white opaque liquid, ch!emderdapen. Living on the train wasn't so bad--but the job, at Jiobel--the job was OK--but somewhat--Uh--pointless--doing paper--that was all. It took skill, but she felt perhaps her talents were being wasted. No, not perhaps--but definitely--her talents were really being wasted. But she felt sort of calm, these days were easy--with pals at work and such--and the constant rocking of the immense train--and she really couldn't think of anything else good to do. She knew her body--a bit scrawny--not much of a chest to speak of--bony. Feeling forlorn for want of male companionship had passed awhileago--she sort of felt neutral on the subject. She had had lovers in the past--but not too recently--not for two years. At no time was she overly distraught or depressed over the situation. She enjoyed masturbating when the fancy struck her--which was fairly infrequently--there in her small quadrate on her bunk--she would do it--and... and... sort of feel as if she were making love with herself, the train, and God at the same time. She envisioned God as a tall, muscular, athletic woman with noble looks--solid limbs--big breasts--power. She had vague lesbian tendencies in her fantasies--mostly just dealing with the specific physical features of a tall, strong woman with big breasts, such as God. She never really considered making it with a girl--though she had been propositioned on quite a few occasions by lesbians--and there was a very cute one at the place she had worked before working here on the train. It was on unmoving ground, and this girl was sexy, no doubt, but Quile only imagined having sex with this girl in passing--and never really took the idea too seriously! She considered--if it were just pure physical sex--without knowing the woman before or after--just for a pleasurable eroticism--then, theoretically, perhaps. But the idea of having to deal with another girl as a lover was quite repulsive to her. She found that most women--herself included--could be real pains in the asses in romantic situations. But this cute girl--Tavmatey Numblem--"Tav" for short, of course--the thing that happened is one worth relating here. What happened was, at this job--the job at Belakzle--Quile had a friend--another female friend--called Sleap Drassy. Now, just before Quile quit, Sleap came over to her house and revealed that Tavmatey had seduced and ravaged her that weekend--and that she didn't know what to do. She thought she might be in love with Tav. So Sleap said, that as Tav did a certain thing to her, she felt as if she were floating thru a grand majestic outer space, that it was the most pleasurable feeling ever. Quile listened to the ceaseless description of this graphic lesbianism, mostly grossed-out--but subtly fascinated, shocked, and excited--and even a little envious, in a deep dark layer of her mind. She consoled Sleap in a generic fashion, told her everything would be OK, watched some theatercatten with her, and felt relieved when she finally left. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----