TheJunkiesFaust #16(FTDParish)

"Someone like me?" I asked.

She nods and moves my head off her lap with her strong hands. It's not til I feel the chill on my shaved head that I realize how hot her thighs were. She stood, pulling me up with her. She led the way back to the window and stood ast my side with her arm around my waist, her chin resting on my shoulder watching me watch the party.

Now almost all the party goers were laid out, in piles on chairs, sofas and floor. Wherever they'd happened to be when the junk had come around. There were still lone stragglers standing here and there, some in small groups, watching the surfers and laughing with each other. Some jittery looking, like they were as hungry as Dirt when Maya'd been gone too long when they were out.

I looked at Dirt again. He reminded me of John Travolta............no really, stay with me. I'd seen Travolta on Inside the Actors Studio. He'd told a story of how he'd researched his role in Pulp Fiction as a junky. He'd talked with a recovering junky who'd told him to fill a bathtub with warm water and drink tequila till you were slobbering drunk.......And that's as close as you can get to being on heroin...............Well, that's what Dirt looked like. Like he was floating in a warm heroin dream..........Like John Travolta in Pulp Fiction when he was driving in his convertable.

The bartenders were coming out from behind there bars and new people were coming in from doors I hadn't seen before. The new people were all dressed garishly in one form or another like the others, but these were different somehow. I was still foggy from the wine but they seemed to have an air about them. Almost aristocratic in a way.

The music suddenly changed. A more sanguine, almost psychadelic, symphonic kinda thing accompanied by straight, white bright strobe lights on high speed flash. The upright partyers moved amongst the surfers jumpingly in the flashing lights.

The music changed again, and I realized it was being piped in to our little observatory. The music throbbed. The back beat that of a beating heart, the forefront of the music filled with whines and whorls of uncomfortable, electronic sounds. The light changed to a deep pulsing red.

I watched a tall Nordic looking woman in fishnet stockings, high heels and nothing else followed by a tall American Indian man complete with long braided pony tail and wearing a designer suit saunter up to Dirt and Maya. I watched in suspension as the Indian picked up Maya like she was a small child and gently carried her cradled in his large arms toward one of the doors under me. The scene was played out all over the room below me while the music thobbed unrelentingly.

As the last of the men carried their high cargo out of the room, the party changed again. Each reclining junky left had a fetishly clad person standing with them. The lights came on, the music stopped and every aware pair of eyes turned slowly, expectantly to the window which Marie and I stood behind. My skin crawled and an involuntary shiver ran through my body. What the fuck was going on here? A very quiet motor whirred as the window slowly lowered into the wall, exposing us to the creepy gazes of the fetishist below.

A pair of iron hands gripped my shoulders from behind. I tried to turn to look at my assailant but was held firm. Marie stood and stared, interested, on my side. I craned my neck and saw a very tall and very beautiful man smiling into my eyes. I was scared. I averteed my gaze back to the party floor below when my "host" nodded in that direction. I saw Marie out of the corner of my eye smiling at the man gripping my shoulders, hurting me. I felt his right hand release it's grip and saw him place his latrge hand on Marie's short afro, carressing it. He turned his attention to the people below, who were obviously waiting on something....on him.

In a voice that boomed across the expanse of the cavernous room, the tall man said with some reverence, " My people, meet Thomas." I watched as all the standing partyers gravely nodded their acknowledgment to me. I feinted.