In the morning
Julia wake up. Michael lightly shook her shoulder again. Julia mumbled, then straightened suddenly and looked around. Within a second or two she was awake and had oriented herself.
Were leaving now. Julia could see that this was true. Michaels friends were all standing around the table, except for herself and one other who was proving reluctant to be shaken awake. They all looked a little subdued, but were still talking. Julia fiddled with the knot in the laces of her trainers.
What time is it?
Seven.
Not bad. Stayed here til ten one morning. There was a pause as the person speaking blew air from puffed out cheeks. I was wasted.
The funny thing about Saturday night here is, like, no part of it takes place on Saturday.
Julia had separated her trainers and now bent down to pull them on. By the time she had done this the final person had been revived, at least enough to walk. Julia could see that people were now trickling out of Club Venice, although it was still open.
Outside the group stood on the pavement, in loose order, blinking, stretching and yawning.
Well now the Suns coming up..... Saturn sang/groaned in the vocal style of Tom Waits.
And the rest. Michael said, beckoning to draw forth words from Saturns mouth.
Ive told you I dont know the rest. Saturn replied in his normal voice, then corrected himself and repeated the phrase in the rusty, gravelly texture with which he had sung.
Besides, Its seven Sat, the Sun came up hours ago.
Maybe it did. Saturn returned to his own voice, the other was too rough on his throat. Saturn pursed his lips and blew short bursts of air through them, making little popping noises to help him think of another song. Its another tequila sunrise. There was the barest pause Dum de dum dum dum de dum. He managed before bursting into wild laughter, in which he was immediately joined by Michael.
Julia thought it must be the speed, or the lack of sleep which made them laugh like that. It was not that funny. She looked at them, then at their friends. The performers had more endurance than the audience. Michael and Saturns friends were walking wreckage. Some were standing, hunched in the road. Some sat, crouched on the edge of the pavement. None of them were keeping up with Michael and Saturn, who were still lively, if a little manic looking. After a while their laughter stopped feeding back and Michael was able to speak.
Well, what are we up to today? The question was clearly directed at Saturn. Apart from singing the opening lines of US pop melodies referring to dawn.
Lets just do a couple more, then sing about morning for five hours and then sing about lunch. Saturn suggested. Nobody else laughed.
Tubes are running now.
Yeah.
Im going to walk to Kings Cross.
Lets go home.
OK
The litany of the single-end candle burners. Michael exclaimed. Come on. Sleeps for humans! Julia detected a routine. Packing it in already? You laggards! Of course his outburst, which was indeed just a routine, and was recognised as such by his friends, had no effect.
See you next time Michael. Cheers Sat.
Bye Sat, bye Mike.
Bye.
See you.
Bye Julia, nice meeting you.
They said, waving, and being waved to.
Tchah. Just us again. Michael said quietly as his friends receded.
And Julia. Saturn corrected him, making a dramatic gesture in her direction. Michael and Julia exchanged glances.
Well. What are we up to? Julia stressed are taking the two steps necessary to reach them, and making a small opening gesture with both hands.
In response, Saturns eyebrows suddenly raised. His enlarged eyes flicked left and right as his face did Shocked Surprise, Extreme. Then his eyes turned to follow the movement of his right hand as it moved, from his expression, of its own volition, in front of his face. Michael and Julia joined the game, their stunned faces leaning close to The Hand. Saturns hand stopped moving, and started quivering. Then went suddenly still and formed into a pointing finger, pointing straight up.
Lets go visiting..... Saturn whispered.
He lifted his elbow to turn his forearm horizontal. Now he pointed across his body, down the street away from Club Venice. All three of them kept their eyes on the hand. Saturn shifted his body and extended his arm.
Og and Stillness. Saturn finished his sentence. He took his eyes off the hand, and stared in the direction it pointed instead.
And Name. Added Michael, turning his gaze also.
And Name. Saturn repeated.
Julia put a hand on each of their backs and ran forwards. Michael and Saturn were pushed ahead of her, also having to run. Michael peeled off after twenty paces, Saturn after thirty. Julia stopped and let them catch up and they proceeded walking arm in arm.
In the kitchen
Were nearly there. Saturn said, for Julias benefit.
Hey theres Mark and James. Michael pointed. Julia can you catch them? Theyll let us in.
Julia looked at Michael with arched, querulous eyebrows.
Im too fucked to run. He replied to her silent question.
Theyre not far. You wont have to run.
Well Im too fucked to jog too. Please?
Julia snorted and trotted away to intercept Mark and James. Saturn watched as she called, then caught up as the men stopped walking. He waved when Julia pointed to them and they turned. Only Mark returned the wave. Julia talked to them again and then all three turned and resumed their journey at a hurried pace.
Oh shit. Michael and Saturn chorused as they broke into a sort of run. They caught up at the entrance to the alley between two terraced houses.
The house on the left was like the others on the street, it had net curtains instead of blackouts on the first and second floor windows and did not have its front door and ground floor window completely boarded up. Unlike the house on the right.
The five people proceeded in silent single file down the alley at the side of the house, obeying an instruction painted on the red brick wall in one foot tall white letters: Shhh!.
At the end of the alley were two wooden gates. One lead to the garden on the left and had a small sign screwed onto it which read Beware of the dog. The other, which was more sturdy in design and which had obvious reinforcements, had a poster pinned onto it which read When freedom is outlawed, only the outlaw is free.
Oh, whos put this here. Marks effeminate voice and gesture referred to the poster which he now tore down, crumpled and threw over the gate on the left.
The gate was secured by a length of chain passed through it and around the gate post. Mark pulled on the chain, bringing a large waterproof padlock into view, which he then opened with a key from a pocket on his long black coat. The five people filed in to a patio and garden, both small and very overgrown. James opened the back door of the house with a key from a pocket on his long black coat. Once again they filed in, Mark last, having secured the gate behind them. They were in the kitchen, and were greeted by a short young man with a shaven head, who wore only a pair of khaki combat trousers. He and the kitchen were clean, in fact were cleaned by the same agent - himself.
Morning degenerates. He said, apparently to Mark and James who did not smile. Then, switching to a Brooklyn gangster accent, he said Whosa dame ina suit. She wit you Mikey?
I think Michael is with Julia. Saturn said smiling enigmatically over them. They exchanged slightly tense glances. The man noticed and introduced himself to prevent an awkward silence.
Helix. Im making tea.
Id love one thanks. Said Mark as he took a few steps and sat down at the table in the centre of the kitchen. The light was on in the kitchen and Julia noticed how tired he was - he sat forward in the flimsy chair, his shoulders huddling the coat around him, his head hung and looked at his hands in his lap. He seemed drained of more than just physical energy.
James walked around the table and across the room to a curtain across a portal leading from the kitchen to the hall. Through the small crack between the curtain and the wall, Julia could see more dirt and clutter in the hall than she could see in her panoramic view of the kitchen. James stopped by the curtain and turned his head to look at Mark.
Im going up. Are you coming?
Mark did not turn to face him as he replied I just said Im having tea. He spoke slowly, with emphasis on each word. James paused for a few long seconds, then with a quick OK pushed the curtain aside and left the kitchen. His footsteps were not unduly loud but the creaking staircase could be heard anyway.
Oh God, whats wrong with him? Mark looked sidelong at the place where James had paused by the curtain. Well that was a scene wasnt it loves. He said to the guests, resuming his usual camp tone. Sit down, do. He waved to the other chairs around the table. Julia, Michael and Saturn complied, but hesitantly. Oh weve created a bit of a mood havent we? I can tell. Mark stood up, dropping his long coat onto the chair and revealing a white T-shirt with a large pink triangle and the black words out out out out printed across it.
Well dont worry, because Im going to have at least one cuppa, or should it be a mugga? Yes make mine a mugga Helix. His hands flexed in various directions as he spoke, and continued to do so. Im having at least one before I go and he paused, considering his next word, help he decided him upstairs. So there wont be any mood here. The others smiled at his camping.
Ill tell you a story whilst were waiting for our tea shall I? Actually its not a story because its true. It happened this week, to me, well where I work. Anyway its a great story and Ive told everyone Ive met since. Which means youre getting the rehearsed version. Including that bit. Mark took a step towards Saturn, who was sitting closest to him. What I do is Im a barber you see. Mens hair. He reached out and played with the hair on Saturns crown a little. Hm. Could use a little of my treatment I think. Anyway theres a few people in this story, two really, besides myself and him up there. He nodded upwards, indicating upstairs. We work together you see. Well not exactly together, I mean not on the same head at the same time of course, but together, you know, in the same shop. Funny its called a shop isnt it, usually you go out of a shop with more than you came in with. Not in our place, not unless you get something for the weekend. He paused. Ooh Ive lost me thread. Where was I?
Two people in the story, and you.
Oh yes. Well were not in it really. Bystanders you see. Anyway there are two characters, two dramatis personae. Mark paused to roll his eyes to the ceiling at his Latin. A hero and a villain. Ill start with the hero, hes my hero. He first came in about four months ago when he got a new job, and changed jobs. He has his hair short. number three all over, straight at the back and no sideburns. Hes always wearing a suit. Anyway when he came in the first time I could tell he was Mark leaned over the table to create a conspiratorial closeness to his listeners, he whispered one of us. He extended a limp wristed hand in their midst to emphasise.
We got talking almost straight away, which is unusual. People dont talk to their barbers nowadays do they? And we have ways you know. We drop little hints. Anyway the next day he came in again. He waited for me to be free, then sat down and asked for the same haircut again. Thats sweet isnt it? Anyway we played little games. Well I carry this brush in the breast pocket of my overall. Its got quite a thick handle and the joke is I put it in my jeans, like this. Mark demonstrated by putting his right hand in the pocket of the jeans he was wearing and half clenching it to make a lump stand out. He stepped even closer to Saturn and assumed a tonsorial stance. He held his left hand over Saturns head with the fingers touching Saturns hair. So while Im doing his hair Im rubbing this hard thing against him. No, other people in the shop cant see it. Im not like that. He turned an admonishing look on his sniggering audience as he demonstrated by pushing against Saturns shoulder lightly. I can see hes smiling in a funny way, and I wonder, well whats he up to. Mark stood back from Saturn, discarding his right hand lump and his stance, to allow himself more expressive hand movements. Well when I looked - Oh thank you love, I mean Helix. He broke off as Helix put down an assortment of mugs filled with light brown tea, resuming only after taking a sip.
When I looked, he was holding something under his gown. There was this ..... projection ..... in his lap. I nearly squealed. I was like this. Mark paused to draw a breath in for a shocked expression, which he held for a second or two for his audience before proceeding. I was stunned motionless. Hes got his jumbo out I thought. Because you cant see can you? Theres this gown, kind of draped ..... over ..... I remember I could tell hed taken one hand off the arm rest, and I was thinking you know it wouldnt be difficult would it? A bit of quiet unzipping and the snake-charmers raising the flag isnt it? But after a few seconds I thought No, no, be sensible Mark its just his fingers. Mark held his right hand, with the index and middle fingers extended and pointing straight up. I hope I was right. Anyway this isnt the story. This is just to introduce the hero. He never tells me when hes coming in, likes to surprise me he says. On the day of the story he came in when the villain was already there, theyd never been in together before. He took another sip on his tea, longer now it was colder.
So the villain. He must be just about forty. He has his hair ordinary. Hes local, works near there too, when hes working. He comes in, sits down to wait, and reads from The Sun. Recites if you please. The Sun says..... Send the wogs back, Eat the unemployed, String em up and cut their bits off. And anything about us. Hes bigot all the way through. What does gay stand for? Got AIDS Yet. Ha ha How did AIDS cross the Atlantic? It bummed a lift. I ask you. You can do without that at work cant you? After he came in the second time, wed had enough, we decided to get rid of him. So we thought OK, well camp it up when hes here. He didnt believe it. He started going on about how it was all rubbish about hairdressers, we all had girlfriends and this was all joking around. For his benefit. Then we went really over the top, oh I should say he comes in every three weeks, without fail, on Thursdays. So the next few times we stepped up. Finally we had make-up on and these black leather waistcoats? The whole look. More than wed go clubbing in even. He just thought it was more of a joke. We couldnt get rid of the little turd. Mark paused to finish his tea.
Now were at the story. Theyre both in. Im doing the hero, and James is doing the villain, who is giving it his usual. We were just laughing, Oh but if you kill all us queers whos going to cut your hair. Youve got to be sensitive to cut hair. His usual reply you know Its all a joke, youve all got girlfriends. Then suddenly my one shouts something about how the other guy is a coward, your kind are all mouth I think it was. Then he went on about You say youre going to beat up the queers, or round them up and burn them, but you never do anything. I didnt know what he was talking about but he was so angry, he was pointing at him like this and shouting, his face was all screwed up like this. I didnt want to say anything. The other one has got to reply of course so hes giving it all this Show me one of them bent bastards and Ill smash his face in. What do you think? Come on then. he says Start here. Bigot, you know, hes a bit thick, he thinks the hero means me and James, so he says about how were not like that, its all a joke and so on. Well he makes sure this one knows what he meant, right, hes stood up, looks him in the eye and says I am gay. straight at him. Im a poofter, a fairy, queer, bent and a few other things ..... Oh yes Marmite driller. and ..... chocky stabber. He stands there just staring at this man. His gown slowly comes loose and slides off, theres hair. Everyones frozen. Theres people waiting - they dont dare move. James and I are standing like this. Mark took a placatory posture, with his hands at chest height, the palms turned to face away from him. Rooted we were. Eventually the other one says All right, youre asking for it youre gonna get it. And he stands up like this pushing the gown off like that. Mark waved his left hand across his body. Trying to. Mark froze the hand. It gets caught up it his legs, or he treads on it, something. He staggers straight into a knuckle sandwich, man. He falls back, theres blood, a tooth even, hes holding his mouth. I was quite queasy. But James, hes done first aid, suddenly hes triggered, he knows what to do. He picks up the tooth, Marks expression showed extreme distaste says This has to be pushed back in now and he does it. Disgusting. Then he tells me to call a cab to take the guy to hospital. My hands were shaking so much I could hardly dial. James leans him over a sink to keep the blood off the floor. My hero watches all this, and says to the guy over the sink I told you I was a fairy. Im the tooth fairy, except I knock them out and dont give you sixpence. Then he picks up his gown and sits back down. I couldnt believe it. Hes expecting the rest of his haircut. And hes still going on, like Dont forget to tell them you got your face kicked in by a pansy will you? Going to the police are you? I dont think James dared say anything back, but he looked at him, and he stopped. I couldnt see what else to do, so by the time the cab arrived I was cutting his hair again. Five minutes this guy is standing over the sink, theres mirrors everywhere he doesnt dare look up, because he knows whos looking. Just as hes leaving he gets one more. Ill always remember this, its etched. He turns slightly, catches his eye in the mirror and says, clearly but not shouting Come queer bashing round my neck of the woods mate - Ill tear you a new one and fuck you through it.
In the squat
The end of Marks story was greeted by a gasp from Julia, a short laugh from Saturn, a sharp intake of breath from Helix and nodding silence from Michael.
Can I use that? asked Saturn.
The story? Talk to my agent about royalties- Mark interrupted himself with a wide yawn. Oh dear. Excuse me, do he apologised, covering his mouth in politeness and embarrassment. I think Ill retire, if you dont mind. He looked up to the ceiling, gazing at James estimated position. Id better see whats wrong with his jealousness anyway. Mark walked from the kitchen with a toodle-oo and was soon heard on the creaky stairs.
Helix stood to collect the mugs from the table. In his mind the mugs had been clean mugs, then become tea mugs, and were now dirty mugs. He would soon return them to being clean mugs. After he had picked up all the mugs and turned to go to the sink, the others exchanged looks, and smiles, about his alacrity.
Helix, youd make somebody an excellent wife. Saturn said to the mans back. Actually, will you marry me?
Sexist remarks. Julia muttered under her breath.
Helix had placed the cups in the sink and was running water from the hot tap over his hand, waiting for it to heat up. He turned slightly to look at Saturn, not having understood the question. Then he realised Oh the cups. No no, its just that theyre easier to clean if you dont let them dry. The water had heated up a little, and he turned back to the sink.
They exchanged amused looks again, except Julia, whose expression was disapproving. Helix was used to his attitude to cleaning being cause for amusement. He did not mind much because he knew he was right, that prompt cleaning saved time, and lengthened service life.
The cups were finished in less than a minute. Helix stopped the water and picked up a cloth. He turned back to the table and leant against the sink as he dried the mugs, and then his hands, and spoke to Michael.
To what do we owe the pleasure, Michael?
Well a chaps got to make his rounds hasnt he? Michael replied.
Especially scenesters like ourselves. Saturn added.
There followed a brief discussion of the word scenester, which Julia ignored. She was considering the gesture with which Michael had accompanied his answer. It was the kind of gesture that Mark had used when speaking. This was, Julia realised, another way of creating distance, another way Michael stopped things touching him and prevented himself from being involved. By taking something, in this case a gesture, from his surroundings and turning it around, he avoided using something of his own. Having reached this conclusion, Julia returned her attention to the conversation going on around her. Helix was speaking.
Well theres plenty of scenesters here for you. They arrived Friday evening. Didnt go to sleep until some time last night. He paused to look at a clock on the wall. Theyre probably ready to wake up and start partying again just about now. Shall we go and see?
Saturn shrugged and stood up. Michael did the same, and looked down at Julia.
Coming?
Julia looked past them, down the hall, then stood up as well. Helix led the way from the kitchen and along the cluttered hall to the doorway of the front room, the door to which formed part of the hall clutter. The hall was gloomy, the front room dark, until Helix switched on the hall light. Helix stood in the doorway, Saturn next to him, leaving Michael and Julia leaning and craning to get a view.
The front room was smaller than the kitchen, which took the width of the house, and more square. There was a sofa and an armchair in the room. The furniture and floor lay under a coating of bodies, some in sleeping bags, some in blankets, some under long coats, some under other bodies.
Its like a graveyard. Only less healthy. Said Helix, with distaste.
Were not dead. Said a muffled voice from inside the room.
Were not even asleep. Said another.
We just cant get up without some music.
So put some on. Helix replied. He was losing patience. Helix was suffering from chronic lack of recognition as only together person in the house and he had noticed that the stereo, which was visible as a set of tiny red and green lights in the opposite corner of the front room, was switched on and had therefore been left switched on all night.
But we cant move, Helix. whined a voice.
Yeah, we cant move until the musics put on. whined another.
Please, Helix.
Helix took a deep breath. The whining had put him on the point of losing his temper, and he hated to lose his temper. Im going to get dressed. He said and turned to ascend the stairs.
Saturn moved to allow Michael and Julia an easier view of the room, and its huddled occupants. Julia counted ten people, perhaps - she had trouble deciding whether some of the piles were one or two.
As Helixs footsteps receded up the staircase there was a slight rustle from the blanket covering the sofa, and a young womans face appeared. She called in a pleading voice He-lix, then blinked and noticed the people in the doorway. Saturn?
Hi Flick.
The face turned away from the door, towards the back of the sofa. Hey Trick, its Saturn.
A young mans head emerged over Flicks shoulder. The eyes blinked, then screwed shut, then opened wide.
Hi Trick. Said Saturn, giving a little wave to help the sleepy eyes fix on his position.
Hi Saturn. The voice was hoarse. Is that Michael?
Put the stereo on Sat? Flick interrupted.
Its not possible. Saturn replied searching for a route across the room to the stereo, and seeing no carpet. Theres no floor.
Weve got to have music. We decided. A muffled voice explained.
Michael and Saturn went into a routine of trying to establish who was nearest the stereo, trying to persuade them to get up and switch it on, calculating how much movement was required to just reach out, how many muscles would be involved in this movement, and so on. Julia turned away early in the performance and was therefore the first to notice that somebody was coming down the stairs.
It was a man, Julia gave him thirty years, in a jumper and slacks, with trainers on his feet. His expression was one of deep thought and concentration. As he reached the bottom of the stairs Julia called him to Michaels attention.
Hey Og. Michael said brightly, looking at the new arrival and obviously pleased to see him.
The man paused, staring at Michael. His head nodded gently as he concentrated. After a few seconds of thought he spoke.
Its a greeting isnt it, Hey. You said Hey to like, greet me. I mean you could have said Hello or Hi, not that I prefer them especially Hello or Hi, or Wotcha even. Of course theres words I prefer to use when Im greeting other people, but Ive got no preference when Im being greeted, Hello, Hi, Hey. I mean Im not saying you had a reason to say Hey instead of those other words, like Hello or Hi, just like you could have, and I dont mind. Og paused, still thinking, then finished by saying Yeah.
Saturn briefly interrupted his routine of persuasion and anatomical calculation to say Hey Og.
Yeah, you probably heard what I said to Michael, just now, like when he said that. Hey Og. He said Hey Og. I mean you werent looking at me or anything, but you still probably heard it right? Not that you have to listen to me or anything, Im not saying that, Im not saying you have to listen to me. Nor does anyone else. But like I guess Im saying that my reply ..... stands, like it applies to you saying that, Hey Og I mean, the same as it applies to Michael. Yeah.
Julia guessed from both Michael and Saturns lack of reaction that Og was like this all the time.
I could hear you all talking upstairs, not that you were upstairs, I was upstairs. When I was upstairs, just now, like before I came down, down the stairs, I could hear you talking. Like thats actually the reason I came down, downstairs. I mean I would have come down some time, I guess, but like this time around, your talking was the cause, or is the cause, your talking caused me to come down. Your talking about the music, I mean, music specifically is why I came down now, thats like, the cause. Yeah. I think maybe I can help, like perhaps I could assist you, help you get some music on. Cause like it doesnt have to be, like its not essential, I mean any music player, any in the house of course, it doesnt have to be the stereo in the front room, the stereo in that room there, which is the front room, it could be another stereo, yeah? It doesnt have to be that one? Does it?
There was one in the kitchen! Julia exclaimed, hurrying back to that room, then realising that she had been drawn into the game about not being able to move until music was played.
We have found music. Saturns announcement to the front room was greeted by a quiet chorus of approving Yays from the still motionless forms.
Stay here and maintain the beachhead. Ill return shortly. Saturn addressed Michael, who responded with a salute, then stood aside. Saturn walked past him to follow Julia into the kitchen.
Saturn arrived in the kitchen and saw Julia looking at the controls on the CD player. It was a portable, with two speakers, which could also play tapes and had a radio.
A-ha. Helixs work Ill be bound. Saturn tapped a neat stack of CD cases next to the player. Theyre all the right way up too. He continued, picking up the top case.
Yes, theyre easy to sort out that way. Julia picked up the next case, a CD single by a band named Political Uniforms.
Well, maybe youd also make somebody an excellent wife. Actually will you marry me, now that Helix has turned me down?
Julia was beginning to worry about Saturn, although what he had just said was obviously a joke. She turned and placed the CD case on the kitchen table. Saturn still held the case he had picked up.
Were looking for something to get them moving. He frowned at the case in his hands. I think Right brain, Left brain is too demanding for this time of the morning. What do you think?
Ive never heard of them. Julia replied quietly, taking another case and looking at it closely to avoid looking at Saturn. The cover picture was a photograph with two extra items superimposed. The photograph, obviously from a pantomime, depicted the appearance to Cinderella of her fairy godmother. The superimposed items were a photograph of a pair of scissors, taken from a different scale photograph and appearing larger than Cinderellas torso, although held easily in her hand, and a speech bubble affixed to the mouth of the fairy godmother. In the bubble was written Cinderella, you shall cut off his balls. Below the picture was the name of the album No more dick victims, and above it the name of the group. Girl Attack Julia read out loud, Ive heard of them somewhere.
Somebody was wearing a tour jacket at Club Venice last night. Saturn suggested.
Julia found his astuteness annoying, and said No Id heard of them before that. although she had not. She put the case on the table as Saturn read out another.
I think Hard Reset are probably too harsh. he discarded the case.
How about Beep beep? Julia read another.
Could be good. Oh, take a look at the names of their tracks. Saturn laughed and picked up another case.
The front cover had consisted only of the name of the band in large enough letters to fill it, leaving no border. Julia turned the case over to read the track listing, determined not to laugh because Saturn had. She could not suppress a chuckle, however, as she read:
1. one 2. two 3. three
and so on until
14. fourteen
Just imagine their front man at a live gig standing and saying Thank you very much. This next one is called seven. and the crowd roaring. Saturn paused to laugh again, then read out the next case. Big Coffee and the Wisdom Kids, hm, too crusty. Looks like Beep beep is it unless this is something pretty special. He took the last case. Hold the front page. Dental Emergency. Yes. He opened the case and fumbled to put the CD in the player one-handed, until Julia took the case from him.
On the front, underneath the band name, was an iconic representation of a dentist, with a drill, and patient. Underneath this was a track listing:
(Pain is only) Your pain - Edit.
Double mint, double fresh.
(Pain is only) Your pain - Room one oh one mix.
(Pain is only) Your pain - The Last mix.
As usual for CD singles, the back cover was clear, with no picture. Julia opened the CD to get a better view of the inside front cover. There was a photograph of two men, standing about a foot apart, facing the camera. The man on the left wore baseball boots, black jogging trousers, a purple sweatshirt and an open black leather jacket. He wore a blank, but stern expression. A caption above his head read The Dentist. The other man wore black clothes and shoes, all of which looked to have been painted with diagonal white stripes. He also wore a pair of dark glasses with white stripes across the lenses. Above his head was a caption which read The Emergency.
By the time Julia had finished looking at the case, Saturn had set the CD player in the corridor, with the power lead trailing back into the kitchen, and pressed play. The CD started with a sample of an amplified, military-sounding voice speaking slowly and clearly over a shouting rabble. We have come to restore order, and to establish discipline. And there can be no discipline the voice paused without punishment. This was followed by the predictable kicking in of a fast tekno beat. Julia found the track familiar, perhaps she had danced to Your pain at Club Venice.
The punk ranted lyrics of the first verse passed without response. It was not until the first chorus that some people in the front room began singing along. Others showed their appreciation in other ways.
Pain.
Is only your pain.
Turn it up.
Turn it up play it faster turn it up play it faster.
Fuck off.
Somebody get up and switch it off before Double mint, double fresh comes on.
Sad cunt - knows the track order on the single.
Yeah, turn it off. Put Spread em and give on.
There was a chorus of boos.
What? I was joking.
There was a chorus of doubting noises. Saturn, now back by the front room doorway, took charge.
OK. Break it up. Lets sort ourselves out. You, you and you youre nearest the door, you get up first. Make some room.
There were a few mumbled Fuck off.s but general compliance. From the kitchen Julia saw a figure shamble down the hall.
This way, this way. Michael joined in, directing with his arms. Plenty of seats in the kitchen. Sir? No stretching in the hall. No pausing, lets just get in the kitchen. OK.
Julia pushed the table against the wall to make more room. Soon there were six people stretching and yawning in the kitchen, three of whom were seated on the rickety chairs.
How many days have I had my lenses in? Said one, rubbing his eyes.
You took them out when you were at my place.
When was that?
Dont know. What day is it now?
Sunday.
Sunday? Sunday already? Fuck.
Their exchange was interrupted by a loud cough hacking from of one of the other occupants of the kitchen. After a protracted session the girl seemed satisfied.
I do like a good cough in the morning. She said, her voice clear.
That seemed to be a cue for the others to start coughing. One, Julia thought she recognised Trick, abruptly stopped, his mouth making small chewing movements, and his face wearing the expression of one who has just bitten into something bad. He stepped quickly to the sink, looked for a moment, reconsidered and turned slightly to spit in the waste disposal unit. Julia, fascinated, saw a brief flash of dull yellow pass through the air. Trick stared for a moment, appalled.
Oh God. His face was pale as he moved the mixer tap over the waste disposal sink and turned on the cold water.
Oh Jesus, its not moving. He backed away from the sink a step. The others huddled around him to see.
Youre really sick Trick. You should see a doctor.
You should see two doctors, man.
Put the hot water on it.
Poke it down.
Shovel it down, you mean.
Im not touching it.
But its yours man.
Look, the hot waters doing it. Trick reached over and switched on the grinder.
The combination of stretching, coughing and excitement seemed to have returned them to the land of the living. Chairs and leaning places on the wall and kitchen units were resumed.
Is that T-shirt new?
Yeah.
I thought it looked clean.
I only got it yesterday.
When?
In the market. Dont you remember?
Hang on, youve all got them.
No it was at that party. That bloke was giving them away.
Which party?
The third one. In that old office.
No it was in the squat.
This is the squat.
No the other squat.
Julia found it impossible to follow any more as they all started talking at once. Instead she read the T-shirt slogans. Rent is wrong. Take control not ecstasy. Dole decadent. I got rigour. My other T-shirt has a slogan. It took Julia some time to read the slogans, as she was trying not to be obvious about it, and by the time she had, the discussion about their origin had petered out, without reaching a conclusion. For a moment they all fell silent to listen to Dental Emergency, then Julia had a thought.
Would anyone like some tea?
What did you say? Tea? Whats that? Said one of the young men.
What do you mean Whats that? Replied the girl who liked a good cough.
I mean whats it stand for? I havent heard of it.
The girl understood straight away. You dope-head. Its T E A isnt it. Tea like cup of tea.
First the dope-head, then everybody else, began laughing.
You should have said cup of tea. Some tea you said. How was I supposed to know? His remarks were only vaguely, and good naturedly, directed at Julia.
T for Texastasy. The Real Big brown one. Made the American way.
Saturn put his head into the kitchen. Dont have tea here, were going.
Where? Im not sure I should do up any exterior right now.
Wasteland of course. Saturns statement meant nothing to Julia, but everyone else seemed to brighten up instantly. Saturn ducked back and the six people followed him out of the kitchen, only to return when they remembered, with laughter, that the front door was boarded up.
Wasteland. Of course. I knew there was a reason for crashing here.
When they returned to the kitchen, Julia was already holding the back door open. She looked for Michael amongst the people filing past her but did not see him. After the last had left Julia went back into the kitchen to look for Michael. He was standing in the hall listening to Og.
Are we going? Like out I mean? I mean were coming back, I know were coming back. But are we all going out now, to the, you know, cafe, the cafe yeah? Were going there now yeah? And then well like sit, you know on chairs, in the cafe, and eat, like well sit and eat in the cafe? Yeah? sit and eat isnt it?
Michael nodded. He had listened without a trace of patience, or impatience.
Cool. I know the way, to the cafe I mean, and Id see them anyway wouldnt I, I mean the people whove left already yeah? Yeah.
Og walked into the kitchen. Michael, following him, paused to call up the stairs. Were going to get breakfast at Wasteland. Whos coming?
There were hurried steps on the stairs and Julia heard a clear voice speaking quickly Attend confirm. Immediate not diarised.
Name! Yo! How are you? Hows ambiguity research?
Og walked past Julia to the back door. There he paused, staring at the lock. Michael came into the kitchen, followed by Name, Julia presumed, who wore trainers, jeans, and a white T-shirt with a slogan written across it with red, stick-on letters. He looked about the same age as Og. As the man stretched to put on a donkey jacket, Julia easily read What is the ultimate answer?. Name was talking to Michael.
All public status follows. Status health OK. Status recent sleep OK. Status employ unchanged. End status. Request yours. Name smiled as though he had just told a joke, or perhaps explained something difficult.
Michael nodded in appreciation as he passed Julia without acknowledging her. Im OK. He paused at the kitchen door, turned to look past Name at Julia. Are you coming - he faltered, Have you met Name? Michael gestured with an open hand.
Howd you do. Name extended his hand and smiled warmly.
Julia. She said, shaking hands.
Just call me Name.
Come on Og. Michael pushed at Ogs arm as he reached him.
Um. Yeah. Og stared for a moment longer at the lock, chewing his lower lip, then walked out.
Go on, Ill close the door. Name gestured Julia to go in front of him. Michael paused outside the door, and took Julias hand in his as she reached him. Julia was wondering why Michael had faltered, had he been going to say Darling or some other endearment? Michael led her down the dark passage into the street, Name followed. On the street, Michael spoke to Name again, still holding Julias hand.
Didnt you say Health status last time, instead of Status Health?
Yeah but I decided that format wasnt really suitable for multiple word status categories like Recent sleep. This way its just the first word and the last which are part of the form. And the word Status introduces every category which makes the phrase End status more easily identifiable as a form element. Its important that form elements are easily distinguishable, as well as that they allow the required information to be unambiguously communicated.
In the cafe
Soon after leaving the squat Julia, Michael and the other late leavers had caught up to the main body of the Wasteland party. Julia noticed that they moved slowly in the morning cold, like reptiles. The couples were huddled, the single ones hunched, barely erect. In one or two cases the hunching even went as far as their eyelids: shut. Nobody spoke during the few minutes it took them to walk to the cafe at the end of the road.
Having to close order to pass through the door of the cafe slowed the group down. Julia used the time to look at the cafe before entering, a precaution nobody else took. The cafe was large, occupying as much space as two standard sized shops. The name of the cafe was written across the whole width of its front. The words WEST END LANE appeared in squat, sans serif, painted letters, followed by the word Cafe in italics. Below the name was the window, free of steam at this time of year, comprised of four six foot tall panes of glass, covered with a metal grid. Below the window was three feet of grubby brickwork, then just pavement. Julia looked through the window at the cafes interior. The linoleum, plastic bolted in chair-table units and white painted walls were all old and clean except for the cracks. Only three customers could be seen inside. At a table next to the window sat two men; from the paint and dust on their trainers, hands, jeans, sweatshirts and hair Julia surmised they were builders. Between them were two large empty plates, two sets of cutlery, two small empty plates, two mugs of tea, one mobile telephone and no words. An old man leant with one elbow, talking across the serving counter to the woman who took the orders (leaning with both elbows), and through the hatch to the man in the kitchen. He talked about many different things and the man and woman agreed with him.
The Wasteland party formed a quiet queue to the counter. As they waited in the warm, bacon scented air of the cafe they slowly unhunched. The serving woman, who had just been agreeing that it was quiet, was a little alarmed, but also pleased at the sudden increase in custom. The party started tentatively, with a few orders of just a tea please and several bacon sandwich pleases, but got into its stride about half way and started ordering variations on the English Breakfast theme. Julia noticed that the woman had her own version of the fast food order takers litany. After every order she asked Anything else?, and then directed customers to sit with a gesture towards a trolley of salt, pepper, vinegar and tomato ketchup, saying Condiments are just there. Sit anywhere you like. Og was directly in front of her in the queue, Michael just behind. In front of Og was Name, whose order was:
Black pudding, two eggs, sausage, beans, a white coffee with no sugar and nothing else please.
The woman started, her usual litany had been rendered superfluous. After a pause she charged Name for his order and sent him to sit with her usual phrase. Instead of sitting down directly, Name stayed near the counter, watching Og. Julia noticed a certain tension come over Michael; he also looked at Og.
Yes please? The woman prompted Og.
Og looked worriedly at the menu hanging behind the counter, which had WEST END LANE printed across the top in squat red sans serif letters followed by Cafe in italics. For five seconds the woman looked at Og questioningly, then her eyes flicked to Julia, then Name, then Michael. Og said nothing.
Remember what we discussed last time Og? Just have the same as me man. Name said. Just say Ill have the same please Og. Like we discussed.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Ill have the same. As him. Him there yeah? The same thing to eat, I mean things to eat I mean. And drink. Yeah. Og had forgotten something. Please. He remembered, nodding.
Black pudding, two eggs, sausage, beans, white coffee no sugar yeah?
Og was overcome with thought as the woman asked him to confirm his order. Name stepped in to save time.
Thatll be fine. Here you go. He paid for Ogs meal, and led him away.
Thank you. the woman said to Name. She hesitated, rejected her normal patter again, then turned to Julia. Yes please?. The train was back on the rails.
Julia ordered and paid, found herself a place at one of the tables occupied by other members of the party, then looked for a nearby spot for Michael. There was none. Meanwhile Michael had ordered and paid, and was now looking for Julia. Their eyes met. Julia shrugged, looking about to convey that there was no place for Michael, then met his gaze again. He nodded at a table for two, separate from the rest of the people, raised his eyebrows questioningly. Julia wrinkled her face and cocked her head to one side. Michael nodded and went to another spare place at a long table.
Julia smiled to her neighbours as she sat down, recognising Flick and Trick among them. They, however, were already in several conversations amongst themselves. Only one person, a man she did not recognise, smiled back at her, and he only briefly. Once everyone was seated mugs of tea and coffee began to appear amongst them. They continued talking. Julia listened, hoping for an in.
Its an anagram isnt it? West End Lane, Wasteland.
Its not. Theres only one A in west end lane.
So?
And three Es.
Its not an anagram then.
It is. Thats actually what anagram means.
In which dictionary is that then?
Its got to have the same number of every letter.
Im not talking about dictionaries, Im saying this is what it actually means.
Oh here comes Mister I define language again.
Julia switched her attention.
I was reading about sexually transmitted diseases the other day. Like, if you think about it, the mouth and the anus are completely different chemical environments to the vagina.
Thats something thats never appealed to me.
What STDs?
Anal sex. I cant understand why people try it. They must be so jaded.
Julia felt she could make no acceptable remark, she switched back.
Holy and raw.
Good one.
Now hardly a.
Thats not a sentence.
It could be the start of one. Like - what was it you said? - War on lady H.
Now hardly a holy and raw war on lady H?
Julia guessed they were still on anagrams. They lapsed into silence, thinking, mouthing words. If Julia could think of an anagram, of whatever they were trying to think of an anagram, she could join in. She was struck by nothing other than the realisation that it did not matter what their original phrase or name had been.
Bacon sandwich, and another bacon sandwich?
The serving woman was waved down by Trick. One of the sandwiches was for the girl sitting opposite him.
Another one just coming. The woman assured.
The girl opposite Trick discussed the sandwich, after taking her first bite.
I consider myself a vegetarian, because I eat only a little meat. Why has it got to be this kind of all or nothing thing?
You didnt have to have a bacon sandwich though.
No but still, after deciding to become a vegetarian, I eat much less meat than I used to.
As more food arrived, conversation lessened.
The man next to Julia seemed to be picking at his full breakfast. He began by tasting each item in isolation, then going through the possible combinations. He treated the plate as a puzzle, the object was that the last forkful of food contained a piece of every item. He was successful today, finishing with a small piece from the middle of a slice of black pudding, a sliver of bacon, a tiny patch of sausage skin, a single baked bean and a corner of the white of a fried egg.
As people finished their breakfasts, and returned to the remains of their teas or coffees, discussion turned to the question of what to do for the rest of the day.
I know what Im doing. Trick drew his closed hand from the pocket of his jacket. Im doing some of these. He shook his hand, producing a pilly rattling noise.
Trick. Put that away. Flick was worried. Trick grinned at her and she swung her arm, hitting his chest. He stopped grinning and put the pill bottle back in his pocket. Flick frowned at him for a few seconds until he said Sorry. They had resolved their quarrel, and no uneasy silence descended.
Hey I forgot to say this earlier. The man who had mentioned STDs earlier said suddenly. He continued in a lower voice. At college, theres this system for medical students so we can get in to operating theatres. Well, Ive got a way to get some other people in too. You interested? He looked up and down the table, trying to lock onto a willing face.
What can you see?
Road accidents, emergency operations, have to take a chance and see what comes in.
Thats really sick.
It might be interesting.
You watch it on TV.
Thats different.
How?
Well you go then, youre so keen.
I dont want to go. But that doesnt mean I think its sick.
There were no takers for the operating theatre. People started standing up to leave. The people leaving had various Sunday morning destinations in mind, Julia heard parks, other peoples houses, Chinatown and kicking around London mentioned. Julia noticed Michael standing outside the cafe and went to join him.
Saturn left at the same time. He stood outside wiping his lips with his hands, moving his tongue around inside his mouth, and pulling faces. Intense grease meal. he said, appreciatively.
In the library
When those who were going to drift had drifted only Julia, Michael, Saturn, Flick, Trick, Og and Name remained on the pavement. Multiple vague arrangements had been made to meet up again that evening in pubs.
Flick took a packet of cigarettes from her pocket, put one in her mouth, then fumbled in Tricks pockets for a lighter. Saturn noticed and smiled.
Whats the sexiest way to ask for a light? Saturn directed his question to everyone in general, but knew that only Michael would reply.
Do you have some fire? Michael said in a French accent.
Light me. Julia remembered from a film.
Touch my lungs. Saturn husked. Julia and Michael laughed a little and stood closer together. I cant carry it off really. I think only a woman could say it. Hey Flick?
Flicks fumbling in Tricks pockets had turned into a half cuddle. She turned her head to look at Saturn.
Say Touch my lungs
What?
Touch my lungs. Saturn repeated.
Flick smiled and turned away. She and Trick started walking, arm in arm. Julia looked at Saturn, then at Michael. She took Michaels arm and they too began the walk back to the squat. Saturn hurried to catch up to Og and Name, who had also started walking.
Julia looked at the others and decided they were far enough away for her and Michael to have a private conversation. She told him about some of Saturns remarks.
Its not that I think hes after me or anything. They just seem like strange things to say. Julia tailed off, trying to convey her general unease about remarks such as I think Michael is with Julia and his proposal of marriage.
Michael pursed and relaxed his lips and said Saturns like me. quietly. Julia looked at his face, he seemed almost close to tears. Like me one day ago anyway. He looked directly at Julia to say Before you came looking for me. The corners of his lips curled slightly. I understand him now, thanks to you.
Julia spoke in a shushing tone Oh Michael. Their arms locked a little tighter, bringing them closer together. Their pace slowed.
He wants to participate in things around him. Thats not unusual I suppose, wanting to belong. Michael continued his analysis. He wants to participate in our relationship. He wants to be your friend, well not exactly your friend, but something. He wants a place in your life. He wants a place in everybodys life, everybody he sees. I used to as well.
Julia suddenly had the feeling that she had taken Michael a great distance since their encounter in the shower. This had not been part of her original intention. Julia had envisioned a search on her part, not a journey for Michael. Had she completed her search? had she seen Michaels core? Before Julia could do more than ask herself these questions, her considerations were interrupted.
Run. Youll make it. Push that pram fast Trick was shouting encouragement across the road to a woman with a baby in a pram. A little boy was next to Trick, having already run across the road, against his mothers instructions. The boy was doing a little dance to celebrate the naughtiness of his disobedience. The woman did not try to cross the road immediately, but waited until it was safe.
Having crossed she frowned at Trick and smacked the little boys bottom. He stopped dancing and pouted.
John youre a very naughty boy. Dont ever cross the road before I tell you to.
Hey John. Trick called to the boy, who turned. Keep the faith. Trick gave the fist salute with his right hand. Johns mother tutted as she took Johns hand (which stopped him returning the salute) and hurried him away.
Flick and Trick had stopped walking during this exchange and the three groups caught each other up. Saturn started talking again.
Do you remember that time in the underground Trick? When you said to that guy about adverts or something.
Michael whispered in Julias ear He remembers exactly what was said. Word for word. And so do I. Hes asking Trick to involve him in the conversation.
Julia did not react to this analysis, although she could see that it was probably correct.
Please sit down, I cant see that poster behind you. Saturns delivery was completely deadpan. Passengers should at no time obstruct the view of any advertisement. He continued in a formalistic tone, before bursting out laughing.
They had reached the squat. All except Flick and Trick started down the alley to the back door, then stopped as they noticed the absence.
We should probably get back to our place. Trick explained. It was pretty disgusting when we left.
We found crisp crumbs in our bed. Flick added with a disgusted but amused expression.
I cant remember the last time we had crisps, but there they were. Trick continued. Its bad. We have to go clear up. The two of them waved and were waved to, then walked off towards the nearest tube station.
Name, who had keys, led the way into the squat, followed by Og, Michael, Julia and finally Saturn. In the kitchen a man in a long dressing gown was making tea. He acknowledged the arrivals with a smile and a nod.
Request status and location confirm of diarised item game of scrabble please. Name said to the man.
Ready in the front room. was the reply. The man had a very gentle, well modulated voice.
Were going to play yeah? scrabble, like a game of scrabble, yeah? In the front room is it? Through there yeah? Og nodded and walked through the kitchen and into the hall.
I was kind of hoping to have bit of a sit down, or even a lie down in the front room. Michael spoke hesitantly.
The man in the dressing gown answered. Use the library?
Oh of course. Cheers Stillness.
The man in the dressing gown, Stillness, smiled and inclined his head to accept Michaels thanks. Stillness and Name went to join Og in the front room. Michael led the way to the library Its upstairs.
The library was two floors above, and the same size and shape as the front room. One wall had a window, the other three were lined with metal shelving on which books were piled. In the centre of the room were two rickety armchairs.
Michael entered, pulled the cushions off one of these and laid them on the floor declaring: I need a bit of a lie down. Saturn followed him, saying That seems like a jolly good idea. He took the cushions from the other chair. Julia did not feel like having a lie down. I dont know, I guess Ill read a book or something.
Youve got quite a choice. Mumbled Saturn, now supine.
Michael mumbled agreement.
Julia wondered what had knocked them out so fast. She decided it must have been the big breakfasts. By winding one corner of the blackout around itself Julia was able to let a little light into the room. Now she had to select a book. She started with the shelf nearest. This seemed to have a pile of different pamphlets. Julia read some titles:
Zenrise series: Complexity is boring.
Zenrise series: The wrong way.
She picked this one up, quickly read the first sentence There was once a Sufi mullah who always gave wrong directions to any stranger he should meet. then replaced it. She tried a different pile, picked up the first booklet, which appeared to be a scientific paper of some kind, entitled Non-Euclidean elements in modern free ritual. Julia flicked the pages looking at some of the diagrams before replacing this too and moving to a different shelf. One with books on this time.
At the top of the pile was a fairly new paperback. Julia picked it up and read the cover. There was a title Hardface and a sub-title The story of No-number Zen and the lager bastards. Finding a comfortable place against the wall by the window Julia sat down, and opened the book at the first page of story.
In the end
After some hours of reading, Julia was suddenly disturbed by a tickling sensation on her right leg. Her leg twitched, a reflex against insects. As her frontal lobes caught up to her lizard brain, she realised that Michael had silently crawled over and touched her. Michael knelt grinning, with a finger to his lips for quiet. He reached out and pushed the hem of the suit trouser up a few inches and stroked the exposed part of Julias right leg.
Saturns asleep Michaels hand settled on her leg. and I want my suit back. His other hand started fiddling with the belt buckle at Julias waist.
Not now. Michael. Julia cast a quick look at Saturns recumbent form. Well not here. She brushed his hand away and re-secured the buckle. Michaels hand found the other hem of the suits trousers and rested on the skin of the leg underneath. Julia rested the book in her hands on her chest and looked at Michael kneeling at her feet with a hand on each of her ankles. Michael looked back, his hands not stroking, just holding.
Are you going to walk it back to my place for me then?
Julia nodded and Michael released her legs.
Saturn heard them stand, heard Michael go to the door as Julia replaced the book, then listened to them descending the stairs. He had not been asleep. He lay still and became depressed.
Wed better make our good-byes. Michael said as they neared the ground floor.
Julia was about to admonish him for giving instructions when none were necessary, when she was distracted by the sound of laughter from the front room.
They must be playing Illumination Scrabble. Michaels muttered explanation did not assuage her curiosity.
As they put their heads around the door Good-bye Julia did not notice anything unusual about the scrabble game, although she looked.
They left the squat, and began walking back to the room where Michael lived.
Whats Illumination Scrabble?
I dont know really. Michael replied after a pause for thought. Not everyone can play. I cant for example. They told me.
From his delay in answering, Julia surmised that she was asking Michael about something sensitive. He had not given her an answer straight away, but considered what was suitable to tell her. She decided it could wait. Something to find out later. There Julia caught herself. Later? Yes later. She was feeling a future with Michael ahead of her. Julia asked no more questions right away, Michael made no attempt to explain further.
As they left the squats street, Julia noticed a corner shop ahead. A man was leaving the shop as they approached.
Hey! Get away from my car! He shouted at a big man standing facing a 2CV parked in front of the shop.
The big man turned guiltily, dropping a screwdriver.
What are you doing? The man asked angrily, approaching his car.
The man by the car lunged forward, punching him in the head. He staggered, dropping a striped plastic bag of shopping to the floor. Michael considered that his anger had blinded him to the fact that carrying a bag of shopping in one hand, and a removable car stereo in the other left him wide open, without a guard. Nevertheless the man stepped back, rolling with the punch. Then he turned the step into a spin, going back towards his opponent. As he stepped around, his arm swung up and the short side of the metal case of the Pioneer connected with the other mans head. He carried the blow through and the man fell to the pavement. He steadied himself against a wall and looked at the sprawled figure for any sign of movement. There was none and he relaxed. The need to stay up passed, he sagged against the wall and sank to a seated position.
A little boy ran inside the shop as his father appeared at the door with another man. The other man pulled out a mobile phone and dialled whilst the shopkeeper checked the two fallen men.
Do you think we should help?
Do you know first aid?
No.
Nor do I.
They crossed the road. Julia noticed the little boy hiding behind his mother in the shop, but still peeking out. The shopkeeper put the fallen man in the recovery position, and persuaded the man with the stereo to lie similarly. He held on to his stereo though.
Everything seems under control anyway.
Yes.
Michael reached out and took Julias arm. He held it as they walked. Fucking hell. She heard him mutter under his breath. They walked on in silence.
Notice how quiet weve gone. Michael spoke as they turned a corner. Violence, I mean not even directed at us. In fact wed probably cope better if it had been. Like we cant respond to it.
Release of adrenalin. A fitness instructor knows these things.
Im shaking. My voice is shaking, listen to me.
Julia was. Michael, if you didnt have this reaction youd be dead, or so used to seeing violence ..... youd have to be seeing it all the time, even then youd still get adrenalin. Youd just learn to ride it I guess.
Michael went on expressing his own shock until it had become an entity separate to himself. Julia obscured her shock with data, much of it irrelevant, until it was completely hidden. They had both dealt with the incident by the time they reached the building in which Michael lived.
In the beginning
Michael opened the front door, entered and held it open for Julia, then closed it behind her. As he followed Julia up, Michael looked at the shapes her legs made under the suit as she ascended the stairs two at a time. There was a stretched-out tautness, subtly present under the slept-in bagginess. Julia enjoyed the fact of her fitness as she climbed the stairs without difficulty, keeping a good pace all the way to the top floor. There she waited a moment for Michael. Michael caused further delay by having put his keys away after the front door; he now had to take them out again to open the door to his room. Michael went in first, walked over to a small table and dropped his keys on it. Julia closed the door and went to stand close behind Michael. She reached her hands under his arms and around his ribs, allowing them to come to a stroking rest on his torso. This did not interfere with Michaels movements as he emptied his pockets onto the table.
Michael leaned back slightly, his back touching Julias chest. She moved her right leg forward slightly, brushing against the outside of his right leg, allowing her groin to fit against the rounded corner of his buttocks. Julia was just slightly shorter than Michael, and she had to lift her chin just a little to rest on his right shoulder. She opened her mouth a fraction and warm breath touched his right ear.
Having emptied his own pockets, Michael reached his hands behind, patting and feeling the suit coat Julia was wearing. The sides were hanging and he slipped his hands in the outside pockets easily. Julia sniggered and Michael smiled as he brought out a snotty paper tissue and dropped it on the small table. Michael reached his hands backwards again, this time lower, probing for the pockets of the trousers. To fit his hands in he had to pull Julia against him tighter. She made a small contentedness noise in his ear. The trouser pockets were empty, but Michael did not remove his hands. He stroked Julias legs through the thin lining, spreading and closing his fingers. Both his thumbs felt the ridge of the leg holes of her knickers at the same time. Clumsily lifting it through the pocket fabric, Michael squeezed the fingers of his right hand underneath. As far as he could squeeze them, he could just feel the slight roughness of her pubic hair. Julia breathed in deeply; she was enjoying the gradual, fumbling, playful journey. Her hands moved on his chest and abdomen. Julia and Michael stayed pressed together, making small movements, until she decided to remove the jacket he was wearing.
Julia took a lapel in each hand and pulled the jacket back over Michaels shoulders, pausing as he removed his hands from her pockets, and off his arms. They had disengaged. Julia took the jacket to the open wardrobe and put it on a hanger. Michael followed Julia and reached around from behind her, to remove the jacket she was wearing in the same way. Once he had pulled the jacket back over her shoulders however, he did not remove it, he simply released it. Julia held her arms back to allow it to fall to the floor, as Michael placed his right hand on her left breast and his left on her stomach. At first he placed his hand covering her breast, his fingers tracing the edges. Michael noticed that the aerobics top she wore under his shirt was smooth, unlike a brassiere. Moving his hand back, to allow his fingers to search across her breast, Michael found a place where two pieces of lycra joined. Satisfied, he changed the position of his hand again, raising it to let his fingers dangle and find the muffled bump of Julias nipple. Julia had freed herself of the jacket, and grabbed Michaels hips to pull him against her. She felt the hardening penis in his trousers against her soft behind.
Keeping the fingertips of his right hand drifting around the nipple of Julias left breast, Michael brought his mouth close to her left ear. He breathed warmly on the ear, then kissed her neck just below it. The next kiss was slightly lower, just above the collar of the shirt she wore, and Michael curled his lips to make the kiss moist. Julias breathing quickened as she tried to twist her neck to expose more to Michaels mouth, but found the shirt collar restricted her. She made a frustrated noise and Michael moved his hands to the shirt collar. Julia quickly replaced them, the right on her breast, the left on her stomach, but lower than where Michael had placed it, with her own hands, then impatiently pulled at the tie to loosen it and undid the top two buttons of the shirt. She stretched her neck up excitedly, pulling Michaels head onto her shoulder with her left hand. He burrowed the shirt aside with his neck and chin, and brought his mouth to Julias neck. She gasped as he kissed and nipped her neck, gradually craning to reach the front of her neck, which Julia leaned her head back to offer.
As she leaned her head, Julias body twisted slightly, and her right hand, which had been floating, found a way to Michaels groin. He jerked away slightly as her hand landed a little heavily. She breathed a sorry, and he bit her neck as repayment. Julia could feel a zip fly, an erection straining against underpants, a button and some kind of hook fastening. She groped at Michaels hard-on for a while, as he continued to work on her neck and breast. She decided it was time for a kiss.
Julia released Michaels head, and straightened her neck. Her mouth moved across his cheek as he got the idea. Their tongues met first, then their lips, as they slipped and slid deeper into each others mouths. Michael seemed intent on reaching Julias back teeth immediately, she controlled the urge to pull back and accepted his tongue, pushing her own back into his mouth. He eased a little after feeling her molars and their tongues twined, tasting underside, then top, then underside again; their lips sometimes together, sometimes apart to allow air in. Julia untwisted her neck by moving her hand from Michaels groin and turning her body to face him. They embraced each other. One of Michaels hands touched the back of her neck, the other dropped to the small of her back, a few fingers slipped down the back of her trousers. Julia passed one hand over Michaels shoulder, but held the other against his crotch, feeling his balls and cock. Michael took a handful of Julias shirt to untuck it, then slipped his hand inside her trousers, inside her knickers to rest on her left buttock. The kiss finished. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before their embrace loosened and Julia knelt down.
Julia undid the button and hook on Michaels trousers, revealing another button inside. She undid this too and unzipped the fly. As his trousers fell open, the sight of a small damp patch on Michaels underpants at the tip of his erection greeted Julias eyes. She carefully stretched the underpants, and pulled them and his trousers down to his knees. Julia supported Michaels balls in her right hand, and held the shaft of penis in her left. Michael looked down to watch Julia stimulating his cock. First she kissed the tip lightly with just her lips. Then she extended her tongue and licked around the head. Then she began to kiss with her mouth open. Each kiss was wetter and longer than the last, and on each kiss Julias mouth opened wider. Finally she put the head of Michaels knob into her mouth. Michael watched her head bob and twist, and noticed the tail of her shirt hanging out. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the watery swirling sensation at the end of his penis.
Julia removed her hands to undo her trousers, and shoes. She pushed her trousers and knickers down a little, as she knelt, sucking. Michael felt that he would come soon, if Julia continued. He reached down with his right hand and lifted her chin slightly. She rocked back and looked up at his face. Julia knew why Michael had stopped her and she smiled at him. She reached out and undid the laces on his shoes, one with each hand. Michael leant on the cupboard for support and lifted one foot, then the other, as Julia removed his shoes and socks. Next she pulled his trousers and underpants down to his ankles, stroking his legs as she did so. He repeated the manoeuvre and soon stood naked from the waist down. Julia slowly stood up and shuffled to the bed. She sat on the edge to take off her own shoes. Before she could however, Michael had removed his shirt and T-shirt and quickly stepped over to do it for her.
Julia lay back across the bed, moving further onto it until just her feet were over the edge. Michael pulled her shoes off, then leaned forwards and took hold of her trousers and knickers. Julia pushed her arms down and raised her midsection from the bed so that Michael could pull the clothes off her legs. He took her socks off in the same movement. Julia raised her head for a look at Michaels naked body as he stood at her feet, then relaxed, stretched her arms behind her head, and parted her legs.
Michael leaned forward, his right foot on the floor, his left knee on the bed between Julias ankles. He ran one hand up each of her bare legs, pausing at the knees, and slowing to a stroke on the insides of her thighs. Julia opened her legs wider. Michael put his right hand to his mouth to moisten the middle finger. He liked to pause at times like this, just to spend a moment looking at a womans vagina. Having had his look, he bent over Julia and probed the crack between her legs with his wet finger, not deeply, not yet.
Michaels finger made a few circles, as an approach, a request for admission, before settling on Julias clitoris. Julia voiced her approval quietly. Michael pressed her firmly, Julia could feel his finger moving left-right, up-down and around, although it did not leave one spot. When he removed his finger, it was in a tracing movement, up across her bush, then around to her inner thigh. Michael leaned over her to play the fingertips of both hands on her inner thighs, and to stroke them further apart. Julia felt the moisture on the tip of one of his fingers and knew it was not spittle. Julia bent her knees, tilting her vagina up and giving access to both Michaels hands, as they neared the place where her legs joined. For a second Julia felt his hands brushing her hair to the sides, before Michaels face descended to her.
With his mouth open, Michael salivated over the already moist area. His tongue, as his finger had, introduced itself with a lap of pleasure around her labia. Then it settled on the same piece his finger had. After a few licks Julia found herself ohhing and ahhing and gripping and releasing the quilt on Michaels bed. Her vocal approval goaded Michael to the next stage. Moving on his elbows, he pushed his face hard into her crotch. His hands held the underside of her thighs, close to her buttocks. Keeping his teeth back, he now brought his lips to Julias clitoris, actually sucking it, as well as licking. One of Julias hands moved to his head, stroking him to continue. Michael kept at his station, occasionally pausing to push his tongue around and deeper into Julias vagina, until her ecstasy reached its first peak. Only then did he pull away to wipe a few stray curly little hairs from his face. Her hand brushed down to his shoulder, and she looked up and smiled at him. Julia moved her right leg to touch his side and stroked his bum with the sole of her right foot.
Michael reached out to the small chest of drawers by his bed and pulled the top draw open. Inside were two kinds of condom. He chose a ribbed style, and turned his back to Julia to sit on the edge of the bed between her legs. Julia sat up, behind him, against him; her legs touched his along the length of their thighs, her groin settled against his buttocks.
Julia unbuttoned the shirt she wore, removed it and discarded it. Her aerobics top following it to the floor almost immediately. She leant forward against Michael, her breasts cushioning against his back, and looked over his shoulder. He had torn the condom open and was fiddling with it. Julia let her hands drop to Michaels thighs, at the top, near enough to put the condom on for him if he wanted. Michael put the rolled prophylactic over the tip of his penis, pinched the air out of the tip and started the mission to unroll. Julia watched patiently, politely not interfering, but stroking his legs with her hands, and generally rubbing herself against him. The friction would keep him aroused, facilitating the conclusion of the operation. Not too eventually the thing unfurled. The condom was fully deployed. Now came the difficult task of deciding on a first position, without plainly discussing it.
Julia scuttled back to the head of the bed, and lay on her back. Michael turned and climbed on. Missionary it was. Julia tasted a little of herself as their tongues and lips met. She could feel Michaels sheathed erection bobbing about above her crotch as she spread and lifted her legs, resting her feet on Michaels calves. Michael moved his waist up and back to make his entry.
Without recourse to hand-guidance, his own or Julias, Michael placed more than the head of his penis into her already damp vagina with a single push. She groaned with pleasure. After a few withdrawals they were comfortably fitted together. Michael settled his head by Julias and they began pumping and gasping their way to where the Gods live. Julia had been half way there after Michaels eloquent vocal attentions, consequently she arrived sooner. But she did not mind waiting, going through times and places. From an age of kissing, nibbling and rocking in and out. To an eternity where she accommodated his length from above, swaying forwards and backwards along it, as he fondled her arse with his hands, and touched and pulled her breasts with his lips and teeth. To where she backed onto him, as he gripped her hips and slapped her buttocks into his groin, again and again and countless agains. To where she lay flat on her face for ever, her legs pressed together by his knees as he sunk a path all the way from his balls moving against the backs of her thighs to his cock stuck all the way into her cunt. To where Michael finally came, face to face on top of her, his weight pressing her drawn up knees to her shoulders, his buttocks crumpled in her clenched hands, and his penis thrustloaded to the depths of her ecstasy.
Sweating and trembling, Michael and Julia kissed, without tongues, once. Then he adjusted to let her legs down and they lay, him on top of her and inside her and clasped in her arms. When his breathing and heartbeat had returned to normal and he could move again, Michael reached down to hold the collar of the condom and withdrew. Julia watched him as he struggled to a kneeling position, pulled the sheath off and tied a knot in its open end. Then he collapsed next to her and dropped the object in a small bin by the bed. Julia rolled against Michael and he put one arm around her. When they started to feel the cold from their sweat they found the duvet and snuggled under.
Michael took a moment to look at his alarm clock. How can it be that late? He wondered aloud. Julia giggled.
Not much of the weekend left. Michael opined.
No.
We spent some time together.
Yes.
Im glad we did. I love you now.
I love you. It was fun.
I dont think we should sleep now.
Julia made a complaint.
We could rest a little. Michael compromised. Then go out and eat. Quite a big meal.
Eat.
Then come back here, fuck till Monday, then phone in sick.
And they did.