|| -------- -- -----  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 10--"LISS" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Honeysuckle Rover  ||  -------> (Cup SRhr010, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Liss didn't let go of Quile's hand, but instead grasped it harder and started pulling her out the door. Her boss, Mr. Pulo, objected. "You think you're doing this, Quile?" But Quile ignored him as Liss tugged her out of the place of work. And Quile knew--she was certain--that she'd never go back to work there. And she'd never empty out her desk, never get any of that stuff, and it was like dropping a heavy bag you've been carrying for too long; it was good. "Um," Quile said as Liss released her hand as they walked toward the central corridor of the train car, "glad to meet you, Liss." Liss turned to look at her, hair totally covering one eye. "These giant trains are fucking amazing." Quile was a little puzzled, but replied "I think so." Liss nodded. "First off, first thing you gotta know, I'm a free agent. Sleap ain't got nothing on me." "Sleap?" Quile asked shakily, getting butterflies in her stomach, this couldn't be the mountain climber, could it? Liss sighed as they turned a corner and entered the central corridor. "Yup. Sleap. Sleap Drassy. The girl who thinks she can do what Fox couldn't do." "What's that?" "To destroy the universe." Liss said with a shrug. Quile raised an eyebrow. "You're wondering if I'm part of the whole Sleap-Tavmatey lesbian thing. You desperately want to try it, I can see that, Quile. I saw you looking at my tits before. Well, let me tell you, I go both ways. Steady diet of pussy and dick. I'm a fucking runaway train, but I gotta get you outta here. I swear, you're a fucking miserable fuck." Quile frowned. "Don't take offense." Liss said. "I'm not saying you're an asshole, just that you're pathetic. But I like you, that's why I'm saving you. Though if you wanna bed me, you gotta promise you won't get all emotional. Can't stand that." Quile was wide-eyed and took a deep breath. They were waiting in line for the monorail that ran up and down the length of the train. "A monorail inside the train." Liss said, smiling and shaking her head. "Gotta love it." "Where are we going?" "Back to my room." Liss said with a suggesting expression. Quile felt her heart melting, her world swimming. In that moment she was totally in love with Liss. Totally needed Liss. Somewhere in the back of her mind there was a rational self screaming to be heard, but the screams were hopelessly muffled in the fertile hillside of the promise of freedom and sex with another woman. "Touch my breast." Liss said. Quile started to protest, but Liss cut her off and said emphatically "In public." Quile smiled, let herself slip further into the moment, and gingerly reached out and put her yearning fingers on Liss's left breasts, sensitively feeling the fabric of the dirty white T-shirt. Then Liss grabbed Quile's hand and pushed it hard into her breast. Then she moved forward and touched her forehead to Quile's forehead. In a heavy whisper, she said "You need very badly to be fucked by someone who knows a little about fucking." Quile stared into Liss's eyes with an innocent wonder. The monorial arrived and Liss turned around, breaking off the magical contact. "Let's go." Liss said brusquely. Quile followed her into the monorail, sitting next to her. "There's a lot going on, Quile." Liss said softly, staring forward. "But you gotta wake up, break out of your fucking shell. I can help you there, where you need to go, but you have to admit a lot of things to yourself before you can really move on with things." "God..." Quile whispered. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----