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mine, talking to her friend who’s bent over the
sink and leaning right into the mirror. I can see them through the little space
between my door and the wall. The girl pounding on the next door, she’s saying,
“Hurry up! I gotta go so bad I have to take a number
four!” The chick inside on the toilet says, “What the hell is a number four? ”
    Pounder girl just keeps hammering
on the stall, “I gotta go! Hurry up asshole!”
    The girl on the toilet clicks her
heels on the floor, I hear her farting a little. “Fuck
off, bitch!”
    Pounder slaps the door one more
time, walks over to her friend at the mirror who says, “Where did you get that
shirt?”
    “I know! Nice,
huh? I like it. It looks great right?”
    “Yeah, but it would look better
in the garbage.”
    I flush the toilet and don’t
bother washing my hands on the way out.
    Alison and Carl are still
dancing. I wave at them as I walk by, but they don’t see me. I think about
going to the bar and getting more beer, but I don’t want to have to fight the
crowd for one more lousy bottle, so I just walk back
to the booth. Some drunk guy is falling down close to
some tables and reaching out for anybody to help brace him, he sees me, goes
for a grab, I step out of the way and he topples over, his head slamming into the
leg of a high stool. I think about maybe going for that beer again, but I see
the waitress sitting at my table, her legs crossed. I’m too close to just walk
away so I walk real slow up to her and slip into the booth, she reaches under
the table and squeezes my knee.
    “Amanda, right?”
    “Hi.”
    “You remember me?”
    I smile. “ You remember me ?”
    She purrs like a kitten and
slides over towards me putting an arm around my shoulder. “How could I forget
these eyes?” A polished fingernail glides over my eyebrows. “And
this hair. Goddamn, is it this dark naturally or do you dye ?”
    “I never dye .
I’m naturally black.”
    “I see. How do you get it so
straight?”
    “I straighten it.”
    “With a hair straightener ?”
    Up close her tits look a lot
bigger. She’s got them pressed against me so close I can feel the rise and fall
of her breath. She doesn’t seem to care that I’m staring at them. She smiles
when I smile because she thinks I’m thinking about sucking her milk makers. And
she’s half right. I may be looking at her jugs, but I’m also looking for an
entry point. It’s said that the human heart creates enough pressure while
pumping to squirt blood thirty feet into the air. Looking at her heaving chest,
I’m wondering if this is true.
    “Uh huh.”
    She cocks an eyebrow, grinning as
she leans in to kiss me.
    She tastes like vodka and
watermelons. Her hair smells like jasmine drowned in ammonia. She slips a
finger between our lips giggling and nibbles at my earlobe. I think of Alison
tearing at her nails, wiping her spit on my hand. I kiss her fingertip anyway.
A lot of people think that after you die your hair and fingernails continue to
grow. Although entertaining, this isn’t true. What happens is the skin
dehydrates and pulls away from the nails and hair. It looks like they’re getting longer, but it’s really the opposite. The
body is shrinking.
    She leans away, smiling, her eyes
falling down to her lap, her teeth biting her lip. “You’re so cute...in that
way.”
    I kiss her. “Oh?”
    “Huh?”
    “In what way?”
    She grins again, her eyes moving
across my face, she’s talking to my neck when she says, “That creepy way. Like,
all dark and pale and...” She giggles. “...I’ve always had a thing for
Wednesday Addams.”
    “Oh?” I’m sort of creeped out that she is comparing me to a fictional
character and what’s worse is that character is a child.
    She kisses me hard. “I’m going to
fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
    I brush the hair away from her
face, slipping my hands loosely around her neck. If you kneel on somebody’s
chest, cover their nose and mouth, and push their jaw