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but I wasn’t going to discuss
my oral sex methods with her. “We need to change the
subject.”
    “ And talk about
what?”
    “ I don’t know.” Anything
that would take my mind off of ravaging her, of burying my face
between her legs and giving her my barbell treatment. “Just come up
with something and we’ll talk about it.”
    “ I can’t think, not after
touching your piercing.”
    Did she have to keep mentioning it?
Cripes, but I couldn’t think, either, not with how badly I wanted
her. As usual, Abby had left me in a whirlwind of heat and
fucked-up emotion.

Chapter Seven
     
    I racked my brain, forcing my thoughts
in a non-sexual direction. “We can talk about the movie. Not you
sitting on my lap, but the film itself.”
    She adjusted her head on the pillow.
“What’s there to say about the movie? It wasn’t the first time
we’ve seen it.”
    “ I know, but there must be
something about it we can discuss.” I was using her other pillow,
the spongy softness cushioning the side of my face.
    “ Maybe we can talk about
the different parts of 105,” she said. “That’s sort of like the
movie.”
    She was right, in the sense that Room
105 was divided into three realms: the past, the present, and the
future. Going back to the future, as it were, was a way of life
there.
    “ That works for me.” I was
willing to yap about anything that would take my mind off of
getting naked with her.
    “ What’s your favorite 105
realm?” she asked.
    I had a ready answer. “I like the
present one. It’s similar to being in this world. You wouldn’t
really know the difference, except for the surreal quality, I
guess. Things are brighter in 105, more intense.” I’d told her this
type of stuff before, but it was a safe conversation, so I went
with it.
    “ Do you go to the past
realm very much?”
    “ Not if I can help it.
It’s a bit too rough. Untamed, like what you’d expect if you were
going back in time.”
    “ Unless you landed in the
fifties like in the movie. Carol has clothes from that era in her
shop. Poodle skirts and stuff.” She toyed with the ribbon at her
neckline. “This dress came from her place. I think it’s from the
eighties or maybe the nineties, but it looks like it could be from
now.”
    “ Yeah, it does.”
Personally, I thought their family business was cool. Her aunt
owned a consignment store that carried vintage fashions and
furnishings. Not that Abby was interested in what they stocked. Her
sister was, though. Vanessa worked at the store and provided Abby
with most of her wardrobe, items Abby didn’t take care of. She
would probably wake up in the morning and consider herself ready
for the day, having slept in her dress.
    “ How about the future
realm?” she asked, leaving the wardrobe conversation behind. “Do
you spend much time there?”
    “ Not really. That realm
can be confusing. It changes all the time. But that’s how the
future is. Uncertain.”
    “ I wish I knew where the
secret door to 105 was.”
    “ Me, too. Then you could
come there with me.”
    “ But it wouldn’t do any
good, would it? Not until the warrior appears and you’re out of
danger.”
    I merely nodded. I wished that as a
child she hadn’t created the border monster scenario and put us at
risk of being attacked. It would have made more sense to have
created people who would never leave her, who weren’t in
danger.
    But when it came to Abby’s disease,
logic didn’t apply. Her hallucinations weren’t like daydreams,
where she consciously decided how they should play out. They were
more like regular dreams, with unexpected outcomes and nightmares
tossed into the mix. Even I couldn’t predict where her mind might
go. And once her delusions were in place, there was no taking them
back. The peril of losing each other was devastatingly
real.
    “ Are you getting sleepy?”
I asked.
    She nodded. “A little.”
    “ Do you want me to hold
you until you fall asleep?”
    She widened her eyes.