Chapter 1
What was going wrong with the worst possible enemies becoming friends and doing nothing but being comrades and companions?
"There is no such thing as a woman who has no friends and is supposedly only a sex object."
"One cannot even sit with one's parents, for they have organs too."
"So unhealthy,"
"Bad for one."
"I used to watch parents making out, used to look through the keyhole and masturbate. Mother knew, of course." Sighing, she laughed so loud. Her hysteria was catching.
As I banged her head on the wall. I lost myself as she said all is about sex and nothing else. It made me an animal, and she just surrendered, and I thought.
" Ouch, I am going to kill her."
Everything starts at a young age and continues through life. If she had not been a Medici, she would never have followed me so far.
"A Medici never forgives or forgets."
That is what her teacher told her, listing her grievances. In her adult life, she continued what she learns from her school.
"She is full of it."
"She has distinction in every subject."
"Except morals." I thought.
"Objection, is it not?"
"If we view everyone as a sexual partner, where is the deficiency in that?"
"Like an animal?"
"I don't believe in platonic," sighed the daughter of a fish.
"When I tire of a sex, I go to the next sex for diversion."
In this eerie world where the light is the only guiding force, there is no object that we all fall down straight to hell.
"So why is it that this type has to drink like a torpedo to make herself see the day?"
"She is so used to tipples and drinking, she might ignite herself."
Demons and hellfires, and then what?
Set herself alight.
I am on fire.
"We make brews for her."
"Stolen, I hope?"
"Forever chained up and down and up and down until there is nothing but purification."
"I prefer suntan lotion for my burns."
"You burnt-out author."
I got most definitely nought.
"I have burnt out everything, see. No burns, no pains, madam." The desperation in my eyes could not have been clearer. The coals do not hurt anymore.
The boss lady sent us packing, packed and ready to go, and we left by the side door. Seeing the light, we went near it and placed our suitcases near.
"We must all observe the indecencies of traditions."
"In what way?"
"We must shag anything that moves and then say our prayers."
"In church?"
"In whatever pleases the demons."
"I am not a demon, I am a sexy beast."
"Let us talk about sex?"
"Why?"
"Elementary, why does a woman attract someone?"
"Things in common and less common."
"Good when forced, what does the woman say?"
"Rape."
"A woman can't rape another woman."
"Please, I beg to differ."
So someone bad set the house with their curse, and that set the scene for several hauntings.
We must fire the house in order that the curse may be lifted.
"Not my house, you don't."
"There are elderly men and a woman next door."
"Move them out first."
"Harassment and constantly sitting outside her door in various outfits and then saying water and then asking for another woman to give one sex makes the other woman seem ineffectual to contain the goings on. People take differing attitudes toward what a slut is to me.
A man came trying to knock down my door, and I had to call the police. The man thought my house was a house of sin."
"Good. Because I sold your house."
"Why?"
"I can't bear you to own a house."
"A house? Yes, I own my own house does need a lot of doing to it."
"She is always complaining."
"Madam, please take a grip on yourself."
"Oh, blessed father, let there be peace on earth," said someone, crossing themselves and praying on the floor, hoping a mat would appear.
"There will be there will be now to pass through the light, you must give me money."
"I don't have any money, madam. You took the lot."
"Whatever ails you, may you recover and stay sober because we are in for a hard life."
"I have determined to kill you," she said.
"Life is hard, and there is no one to answer for sometimes but myself. I own this body and this is my body, no one will invade it without my permission, and you don't have it."
So I go through that door without a suitcase, and I will never return, so what? I left behind no one, I left behind nothing. So what?
You spurred B, and then she set on me, and then you came clean with the perfect alibi. She set your own daughter to rape me. Then you settled into laughing, you, crazed woman without a bone of feeling.
"You can't prove any of this."
"No, madam. For death is my only thought. I am tired of this tiresome game. You have won and I lost."
"You said that before."
"Yes."
"In games, people play, it means you fancy me."
"No, madam."
"Then why talk to me and make me like you sexually?"
"I am tight at the moment, and the more uptight I am, the more elevated I sound."
"I blame you for telling me that I am gay. I would have found out when older and enjoyed the whole experience more."
"I was young too." I said, "I am sorry I spoiled the surprise you had in store."
"I am trying to reason with you,"
"No."
There was a precipice, and the talkers went to the edge, and they both stopped speaking long enough to realize that the light had dimmed their sight, and they fell over.
"Raped forever."
"Reaping the reward of behaving badly.
"People just don't understand me," I said, and I cried.
"There is laughing in hell."
Stink and gaseous nausea, and the whole place is a pit of disaster. Chains and the talons of that and this ogre, and there is no let-up, and only deeper into the darkness. No more, no more.
