LOVE, LACE, & BLACK VELVET

I'm a Catholic boy, or at least was until after I wrote my first novel, Anser to Zarathustra. It was originally composed in my final year at the Invisible High. Since I left that school in Invisible City all my highs have been Invisible. The Bible which had been my constant companion did not matter anymore after my first nervous breakdown. I was dead, like God a dyer, and awoke to find myself within a giant dome of glassite with black & white armies fighting outside, the Children of Light & Darkness. After moving to Nite City for college I narrowly escaped suicide by jumping from a 7th story window in my dorm. Then, when I was diagnosed with the dread mutant killer glaucoma (so-called because my great-grandfather's eyes hemorrhaged & he bled to death) I died in my mind & in spirit became the Galactic Pot Healer. God made Herb for the healing of the nation. (Rev. 22:2)

It was my second year of Nite; successfully treated with surgery I was spending the summer in school to catch up on some of the credits I had dropped to allow time in the Nite U Hospital. Now I confronted a woman of raven tresses & blackness as she hypnotized people with her looks & the gold & silver jewelry she wore. I met her in the house lounge of Snitchcock-Hell, a dorm in the Nite U housing system. I was in Hell for the summer, figuratively. Or would have been literally had it not been for the sly smile of this vixen-foxen, this hypnotist with her Egyptian ring sparkling. I knew at this point that I wanted to lose my virginity to her. After all, so far I was VADIS & unabated.

JoLynn was contemplating with the rest of the students there to write an anonymous letter to the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System. VADIS was exacerbating my ongoing neurosis with her hatred of me, chronic exacerbations of my mental illness which began shortly after we matriculated together. According to my new-found black friend VADIS is the Drugstore Truckdrivin' Man & she's the Head of the Ku Klux Klan.

We played some literary mind-games with the dippy blond athlete--VADIS was hunchback of the vorkle-ball team; her boyfriend Brain O'dick was eighthback. JoLynn asked for some further volunteers for her hypnosis. I watched it turn some poor fat bastard into diverse creatures of good & evil. While it was going on it seemed rather harmless. Turning people into dinosaurs. Fly ther astral plane taking trips around the Suf Sea, the great abyss which bordered Nite. Her skills were no better than a side-show magician's tricks yet some of these students were stricken with maladies they had to work out in Student Mental Health.

She was mine as soon as she entered my room. Soft Machine feeling for a point of addiction; weed, cocaine, acid, perhaps even shooting horse, wild child full of grace. At this incredible confluence of night and day JoLynn used self-hypnosis to put herself under my control. Meanwhile back at the submarine factory we were sucking down some god-made herb, what was to become my glaucoma medicine & a whole lifestyle. Building home-made water-pipes. Endless waits for Andy Roach & Joe Clip. First thing you learn is you always have to wait.

All alone in Nite City, alone with a slender physique, I felt the first quick stirrings of ardor moving me. Something inside had just begun, the Catholic boy was finally willing to fornicate. Bedtime came; she had no place to lay her head as she didn't live in Hell, she lived in Virgin Village, home of VADIS & JoLynn both. I asked her if she'd like to stay with me; she said yes, dim the lights & invite her to share your bed, you imbecile!

"I like to sleep naked," the real atomic mistress said as bra & panties went onto the back of the chair with her green shirt & blue jeans. Even as I marvelled at her small breasts I was thankful that I'd gotten a girlfriend with hypnosis without having to fill out the coupon in the back of Slime-thing Comix. Her nipples spoke deep-black loot-at-me while her pubic hair was as kinky as her natural.

"Hey JoLynn... you can sleep here with me if you want," I said. She was still hypnotized as I informed her, "This is my first time, you realize. Would you like to make out?"

"Sure. You're so innocent," she said as she smiled on me as God had once smiled on the waters he divided.

Eagerly, I asked her, "Would you do it if you weren't hypnotized?"

She smiled. "Sure. I've got something I'd like to try but I'm afraid you might not like it &..."

"Are you talking oral sex here?"

"Oh my goodness, I do believe it's a lovely evening for a blow job," she said as she ate the power pickle.

Her tongue teased it gently for awhile before she took the whole thing into her mouth, so free of perverse lipstick. Yet lipstick & leather, velvet & lace, would have been becoming on her. She moved faster & faster, head bobbing some kind of military cadence. Then she stopped & laid herself out on the bedspread, stretching so that her breasts stuck out. Gently, she pulled me on top of herself & I began the dread rota-flex.

I shot the Orgasm Death into her electric sperm-coffin.

The next morning Paul Tippytoes, the Resident Head, kicked her out of Hell as she had no contract to be there. She became lost somewhere in the Roach/Clip Heaven & I never saw her again. I too was disturbed by the hypnosis & had to let her go.

& though I knew it might be a long time before I found another now I have Trisha the Insect Slayer to touch & caress