Your Name Here ___ (Novel Excerpt, from near the End) (original) (raw)
Shit.. . 4:15 a.m. I can't remember. God. But there's a feeling of something I'll never forget. The hot tub. The steam. All my clothes still on. Really? No, my clothes were off. Had to be. A sleeve with silk lining? No. Hot boozy water boiling around me in the dark. Absolute dark ... ? No.. .. Alone, again, this time? No. But my clothes are wet, in a pile over there. I had to put them back on that way. Cold and clammy, but better that than wearing any of their clothes and have them coming around asking to get their shirt or pants back. What the fuck was Cy doing there? No one told me it was a double date?but with only three people. Or were there more? Was Kyle there? Or was it a whole-station party? No. No. No. Someone strung red and blue Xmas lights all around and had them plugged into a thing that makes them go with the music. I was watching. Figuring it out. One string was the bass. One the vocal. All mish-mashed. I was staring up. I was being fucked. Wet pants still tangled around one ankle. Wet shirt under my back. Glass of wine poured out over my face. Wake up, little girl! Who said that? An open-handed slap. Do it, show it! The Xmas lights going haywire like a special show to greet Santa as he climbs down the chimney. His grand entrance. Someone lifting my head. Watch him do it. My neck ready to snap in half. Holding someone's ankles, one in each hand, on either side of me. Then turned like a pancake. Like a Polish sausage on the grill. Being pulled up by my hips, like a cat, like a rag doll, my head and shoulders stayed heavy on the floor. Someone laughing. The carpet smelled like wet wool. Someone singing happy birthday. I waited through all the endless happy-birthday-toy ou verses to find out whose birthday. Happy birthday dear _ (your name here). Did I ever find out? How many to-you verses are there? My arms in wet sleeves. My shirt thrown up over my head. My back cold. Where was that silk-lined coat? Even colder down on my butt. Something wet.. . and cold. What is it what is it what is it? Someone's crazy voice wouldn't shut up. Shut her up. Just frosting for the cake, Sweetheart. Wanna suck? Nipple in my mouth filling me with whipped cream.
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