They had been The Three Musketeers ‘back in the day’…when everybody else lost their minds in an emergency, you could always count on them to pull the fat out of the fire.
But if it suited their nature at any given moment, any of them, but especially all three of them together were capable of a level of good-natured depravity, debauchery, and perversion that was breath-taking to just observe, let alone experience.
Elliott, Jed, and Leigh-Anne….
They continued to watch and analyze the group as they interacted and reacted together.
“I think this is going to work out after all” Jed breathed an obvious sigh of relief that would have made you think he’d been holding his breath since he had arrived.
“I knew that it would” was all that Leigh-Anne would smugly allow. She could bluster and bluff with the best of them, even when neither of them believed it.
It was at that moment that Elliott realized it suddenly felt like the familiarity had returned; like she had just driven over from Hialeah after a week’s unexplained absence.
They had an uncanny ability to get sooo close…only to disconnect for no real apparent reason without any animosity or need for explanations when they reconnected.
“I’m almost afraid to breathe…honest-to-Christ! I don’t think I could have imagined anything more perfect than to spend ‘the end of the world as we knew it’ than with you guys…but I don’t know how you knew how much this means to me…” Elliott confessed.
“Are you kidding?” Leigh-Anne almost whispered incredulously. “With all the seemingly impossible coincidences BEFORE we even learned that we were on YOUR trail?”
She grabbed his face to turn it to face her as she looked intently into his eyes and said “After all that, we didn’t so much know as much as we BELIEVED it was meant to be…and if something is truly meant to be, it doesn’t really matter if you WANT it or not, because Destiny has just served you notice for a command performance.”
It was then that she quickly pulled his face to hers until they were nose-to-nose just long enough for her to whisper “…besides….” only to suddenly turn and mumble something he couldn’t quite hear clearly enough to allow himself to be sure he’d heard it properly….
It was one of her best moves; Elliott could be one difficult, cocky, quirky motherfucker at times (although he’d shown no evidence of any of that since their arrival); this technique never failed to level the playing field between them, and she did it often, although if pressed as to the content of her mumblings, she would reply “…what?…oh, nothing.”
They always worked well together, but they also played as well as they worked because she really knew how to have fun, and back then, Elliott had a tendency to be much too serious.
One thing just seemed to follow the other, and they all knew that before the day was over, they would watch it all unfold in front of them.
“Time to get to work….hahahah…just kidding…this will be the easiest thing in the world…” Jed held the bottle of brilliant, deep blue capsules aloft.
“…Like drinking a glass tea…” Aimée winked playfully at Elliott, knowing he would catch the decades-old reference to old world Miami Beach. It was a Yiddish expression used by ‘Alter Kakers’ (‘old shitters, the elderly’); it means ‘something as easy as drinking a glass of iced tea.’
“Line up to take yer vitamins, kids.” Rebel drawled.
Aimée slid on her knees right up to Jed as she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and posed her hands, forearms upwards, palms down, like a puppy begging for a treat.
With that, Rebel walked up beside Aimée and stroked her hair as Aimée rubbed her head against Rebel’s thigh. The pantomime between those two was uncanny…very ‘one mind.’
“My best advice would be to let it dissolve under your tongue. Just leave it alone to melt away. It will get into your system quicker.” Leigh-Ann’s instructions were a mixture of part nurse, part tour-guide/stewardess.
“It’s best not to expect much of anything especially dramatic or overwhelming at first, at least. This is nothing like acid. Expect nothing and gain the wisdom of the universe in the process. You can’t anticipate it, so don’t even try,” Jed advised as he dropped a capsule into Amy’s still open mouth onto her extended tongue.
“You may notice a point where it will start to seem like whatever you are watching will begin to melt, especially if you let your eyes unfocus slightly” Aimée added as she turned to face Elliott and Chianna.
“At first, the forms themselves may seem to melt, like ‘The Persistence of Memory’ by Salvatore Dali, only to eventually present with two or more alternative views, depending on foreground versus background or ambiguous outlines and alternate forms, like ‘Bowl of Fruit and Saddleback Hound’…not to pick on Dali….”
As Amy’s voice began to trail off, Jed added “There is also a distinct possibility that what you observe visually will provoke certain ideations, philosophical or even scientific hypothesis that seem to be supported by your newly acquired visual perceptions.”
“You may notice that you can recall exact details and sequences of events that you had thought long forgotten, only to juxtaposition them in such a way as to imply interrelationships between those events or actions that had heretofore remained unnoticed.”
Leigh-Anne continued “The insights provided in this fashion will forever change the way that you perceive everything around you.”
Chianna had gracefully managed to slide into second position as she bent over sharply at the waist, like a nineteen-forties pin-up, raising her head to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, winking at Jed as she seemed to unroll her tongue like some red carpet that led straight to the center of the universe.
Chianna had absolutely no gag reflex whatsoever, and even doctors were usually taken aback or even slightly startled as they stared down her throat, inevitably triggering speculation leading to naughty fantasies of ‘unfathomable’ (please pardon the pun)…oral sex.
As Jed watched the brilliant blue capsule disappear into the cavernous void of her open throat, everyone watched Jed suddenly sprout a truly monstrous erection in less than two seconds.
Two men and four women, all naked as jaybirds since yesterday, who had seemed to only skirt the outer edges of raw visceral sexuality suddenly burst into hysterical laughter as Jed blushed a florid hue, not so much by the erection tself as by this inarguably obvious expression of the inevitable product of his attraction for Chianna.
As they did, everyone else availed themselves of The Fruit of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
And (please forgive me, but…) with a name like that, it had BETTER be not just good, but fucking amazing.
Namaste
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent
copyright © March 12th, 2021
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