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She bounced harder and moaned and kissed him and stopped. Did you orgasm, she asked.

Almost.

She moved up and down, circling her hips, pulling up until only the head was in and slamming down, repeating the movements almost on cue like a machine.

Yeah, yeah, he gasped.

Come! Goddamnit, come.

He bucked up on her down stroke and did and slid out of her. She smiled when she saw the semen in his condom and pushed her vagina on to his face. He pushed his tongue and fingers into her and she moaned and bucked against his face and then stood up.

I want to make tortellini.

She kissed him on the lips and put her and went to the bathroom naked. She came out and put the hockey shirt back on. He had already buckled up and had tied the condom into a knot.

I have his book, if you want to see it.

Sure.

You can look at it while I finish lunch.

The shirt came down to just below her ass. You can wash up if you want. My house is your house.

There was a Kandinsky calendar over the toilet. He washed his face and groin after he took a leak.

Kim had put some dishes on a low folding table. He looked at the book and half listened to the DVD. ...are all energy. Our brains run on electricity. We are organic thermodynamic machines.

Do you mind if I see what's on TV?

Don't you like that? She was holding a strainer full of tortellini over a pot.

I want to hear what's happening in LA.

The riot? That's all over.

When did you hear that?

I saw it on TV this morning. They sent the Army in.

What else?

I don't know. I changed the channel. She returned to the kitchen.

What happened?

The same old burning and looting.

Where?

She came out with the tortellini covered in sauce in a bowl. I don't care about LA. Let's eat.

Looks good, Elroy complimented.

Thanks, she said. I hope you like the sauce.

Did you make it?

It's just something I whipped up.

He put a spoon in and ate a single piece of pasta. Tastes good.

Thanks. She put a plate with a medley of baby vegetables on the table and another with sliced honeydew. Help yourself.

The veggies are tasty. You make the sauce?

It's just butter with some herbs from my garden.

You're modest. Their texture is perfect.

You should be a restaurant critic.

It's the truth.

I believe you. She looked into his eyes. You like my book?

Did you write it?

No, silly, I bought it.

It's got nice pictures. I like this photo of new stars and nebula.

Way cool.

You said it. Aren't you hungry?

I ate two servings of vegetables. I follow the food pyramid.

Me too.

Always?

Everyday.

Where's alcohol on the food pyramid?

It's not. Why you ask?

You were pretty fucked up the other night.

I'm a smoker, not a drinker.

Why were you drinking?

No smoke. I drank on the flight in and continued after I got to town.

Is that fun?

I like being high.

You like the Stark Lounge?

It's an OK place for a drink.

I don't know about you.

I used to go out here every night in the early Eighties. I liked drinking and dropping acid and riding motorcycle. Sometimes I'd see a movie. Sometimes I'd go to the theater.

Why didn't you go to galleries or museums?

I didn't get off on haute couture then.

Now?

In the early Nineties here, I'd go to the theater every night to stay out of the bars. Sometimes I'd meet seamen there, just like I used to go there with squids when I was in the nav.

I never met anyone like you before.

Me neither, I mean, someone like you.

I don't believe you. I think you're just saying that.

Why would I be saying that?

To get into my pants.

How could I when you're not wearing any?

I like you.

I like you, too.

I don't believe you.

I think you're special.

You're just saying that.

You're repeating yourself, baby.

I'm not your baby.

Why you talking like this.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Hey, hey. He kissed her softly on the lips.

She put her arms around him and he put his hands on her hips.

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