by Savannah Lee
(10/29/08)

"Would you please not masturbate while you're driving."

"I'm not masturbating!"

"You've got your cock out."

"I'm just holding it! It gets lonely on long drives."

"I'll show it 'lonely.'"

"You're one to talk. Whenever Janet calls, you get so bored you start playing with the twins."

"The difference being," she points out, "that I am on the phone during those times, as opposed to hurtling down the interstate at seventy-five miles an hour."

"In North Dakota," he counters. "Do you see any other cars around? Do you see anything around? It's like Mars, only green. We're driving through Mars. Green Mars."

"Ryan loved Mars. Did you know that, Dave? I guess you must have. Speaking of which, I have this memory of him from back before I met you. Naked, actually."

"You naked? Or him?"

"Him."

"Um, I really don't need to think about my naked..." (there is another word underneath, maybe one like 'dead') "...brother. Can we go back to thinking about you taking your shirt off when Janet calls?"

"Actually, no. I want to talk about Ryan. We're halfway to his funeral and we haven't said a word! This isn't just your loss, Dave. It's mine too. I only dated Ryan for three months before I met you, and I know that's not the same as being his brother, but it's still something."

"I'll tell you what's something -- when Janet calls and you take your shirt off."

"I have this memory," she insists, "of Ryan sitting naked in his beanbag and staring up at the ceiling."

"By this time it's like Pavlov's dog. The minute you hear her voice, off goes the shirt."

"I forget why we were talking about this, but he smiled up at the ceiling and he said 'Ray Bradbury is the true historian of Mars.'"

"And then you start palming a breast. Usually the right one. I guess that's because you're right-handed."

"He said, 'Someday we're going to go there and we're going to find Ray Bradbury's cities. The tall cities built by the tall Martians. Where rivers ran through the streets.'"

"You start out with gentle squeezes, and then you start rubbing it up and down with the flat of your palm. Very lightly. I made a note of that, you know. Have you noticed my tit-rubbing technique improving?"

"Then he said 'I wonder what fucking was like in those cities. Did they fuck at night? Did they fuck in the early morning? Did they fuck in their strange Martian beds? Did they fuck on the floor? Did they face each other, or were they like almost every other species we know of, and fucked from behind?'"

"After you're done rubbing your tit, you pull back and kind of dig your fingers into it like the legs of a spider, but leaving the nipple untouched. Me, I'd go straight for the nipple. But you, you save it for last."

"He held out his arms to me and said 'But one thing I know, my darling. However they fucked...they did it to the sound of the rivers. The rivers rushing by.'"

"I've always thought that was funny -- how you sneak up on your nipples."

"He started singing 'Gather At The River.' 'Yes, we shall gather at the ri-ver, the beau-ti-ful, the beau-ti-ful, the ri-ver; yes, we shall gather at the ri-ver, that flows by the throne of God.'"

"You get the whole rest of your breast tight and humming first, and then you plot the assault on the citadel."

"Only he sang a different version. He sang 'Yes, we shall gather at the river that flows by the cities of Mars.'"

"Like a ninja you sneak up on that nipple."

"'We'll gather there, Laura,' he told me. 'Someday.' Then he pulled me onto his cock."

"A nipple-ninja, that's what you are. I wonder if that was a specialty. I wonder if the Shinobi had special Nipple Ninjas. I..."

"I can feel it, Dave. Like it was yesterday. Like he couldn't possibly be..."

"Stop! Just stop. Okay?"

"Why?"

"Because! Rather than my naked..." (there's still that other word underneath) "...brother, Laura, I'd prefer to think about your fingers creeping across your bra towards your nipple while Janet goes on about her adventures with aphids."

"Okay. Fine. For now. Janet, by the way, does not talk about aphids. She talks about going to the co-op to buy tomato soup."

"Your fingers crawl closer and into position."

"Generally, it's like, she can't find her favorite brand of soup, so she compares the labels on the two other brands, but they both have fennel, and she's allergic to fennel, so..."

"I always expect you to pounce like a tiger."

"Uh, Dave? You're no longer just 'holding' your cock. And it's most certainly not lonely anymore."

"But no. Your index and fuck-you fingers rise slowly into the air, stretch out, and then come together like chopsticks on your nipple..."

"Dave. You're starting to weave."

"You always give it one or two grinds and then you've got to get that bra out of the way."

"Dave? I don't think it's working for you to drive and wank at the same time."

"And I mean out of the way right now. You dig your tit out like it's on fire."

"Dave..."

"And then, oh God, you squeeze your nipple in those human chopsticks again and it pops out like a pomegranate aril -- a little red jewel --"

"DAVE!"

"And all the while," is the next thing he says, "you're sitting there going 'uh-huh, uh-huh' to Janet like nothing was happening. As if you weren't even remotely stimulating yourself to orgasm by twisting your jewels. How do you do it?"

"Maybe the same way you're managing to ignore that we just wrecked the car. Crashed it."

"I don't really think we wrecked it, not in so many words. The car just needs to rest."

"On its side? In the grass? With a window knocked out?"

"Yeah, right here in this pretty garden."

"In this what?"

"Do you hear the river? The river breeze stirring the leaves?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I sure do, Dave. You bet. For chrissakes, have you still got your cock in your hand?"

"Wanna dip it in the river?"

"By which you mean exactly what?"

"I don't know...love?"

"If you define 'love' as 'cock-and-ball-torture on a level that even the folks at Bound Gods couldn't imagine,' then yes. But if you're talking about one of Lady Laura's soft-mouth specials, then you can pretty much take that cock and shove it up your ass. Dry. Now help me get to my phone."

"I love...I've always loved it when you talk rough."

"Phone!"

"Okay, okay, I'll play along. Are you going to call Janet?"

"Janet? Dave! We're lying on our side in a freaking field!"

"Call Janet."

"But the funeral! We've got to call your mother. We've got to tell her we'll be late for Ryan's funeral! My God, we might even miss it!"

"Call Janet."

"What?"

"Janet. Call Janet. I want to watch you talk to Janet."

"Dave, what are you...?"

"Don't worry, I'm just opening your shirt."

"You cannot...oh..."

"Show me those jewels. Those little red jewels. Oh, they're trembling."

"That's because we just..."

"And cold. Here...let me"

"...oh."

"Yeah. Let me warm them. Just like you warm them with your own hands, when Janet's been going on about tomato soup until you're so bored you can't stand it anymore. So bored you're going crazy. So filled with nothingness that you see the abyss."

"Dave...I've never heard you like this before..."

"Your fingers crawl across your breasts towards your nipples like pieces of your soul crawling away from fear."

"Yes, something's come over you. What happened to the spider legs? To the citadel? What happened to...heh...what happened to the Nipple Ninjas?"

"Stop that. Do you see me smiling? I don't have time for that anymore, Laura, and neither do you. That's from another world. I see it all differently now. Your fingers in my mind. Nails painted red. Each red fingernail opens like an eye. Not that Janet knows. Or cares. She keeps on droning. Petty droning that drowns out the river, or maybe it is the river, the dark side of the river, the dangerous side, not unruly but shallow. The sound of it is poison. The eyes in your fingers open wide and see the abyss."

"Dave? Is this really you?"

"The abyss is real -- but so is this. So is this, Laura. So is this flesh. So are these jewels. These rubies, I've never seen them so red. Your blood's been racing."

"Ryan! Ryan's in the abyss. He saw it and he couldn't get away from it. It came for him."

"Let's give him this."

"What..."

"Open the red river, Laura. The Martian river, endlessly flowing. It's not out there. It's in here, it's the heat-river from your jewels to your hole. Didn't you tell me that once? That when I sucked your tit, you felt it all the way down to your hole?"

"Yes."

"When I press my head to you, like this, I can hear it. That river inside. It never goes away. Open your legs. Open your legs for my hand. Let me feel where the river meets the world. Yes. Let me get my finger in the channel. Oh, it's hot."

"Yes."

"Let me stick another finger in you. Let me get my thumb against your trigger. You like that? Yeah. See, you can't even answer me. Where's my tough talker now? Hah. You're riding down the river. I'll tweak you up top here...see, I can get both your nipples in one hand, look, look at my wingspan, I've got 'em both, and I won't let go. You can't escape now. You can only go deeper into the river."

"Where does it...where does it...where does it end? You with your new thoughts -- tell me."

"Unbuckle. Come down on me. That's it, I've got you. Come on. There. Yes. Now what did you say back there? You said Ryan pulled you onto his cock?"

"He pulled me on and fucked me."

"Do you want me to pull you on and fuck you?"

"...yes."

"Like this?"

"...oh."

"Like this?"

"The river! I can hear the river..."

"You are the river."

"Ryan's river. It's always been around us, hasn't it. I can't remember a time when it wasn't..."

"Do you feel me, baby?"

"Oh yes"

"Do you really feel me?"

"Oh, I..."

"Is it hitting just the right spot? Is it gonna kick you over? Is it gonna spill you? Are you gonna flow? Drown me, Laura. Drown me. Drown me and I'll meet you at the..."

"Oh, here it goes Ah...Oh, I can't even see, that was so hard...and I don't even care. After one like that, all I need is just to lie here and listen to the river. Isn't it funny I never noticed it before? Maybe there was just too much else going on. Maybe it took coming out here, where it's so empty, the plains? The primeval riverbed? Green Mars? The strangest country there's ever been. Where you can get off on tales of the co-op and come in a car wreck. Where the river rustles the leaves...do you hear it? That river air troubling the leaves? Yes, the leaves. Running its fingers through them...it sounds so sweet I just might forgive you for all of this. Now help me find my...help me find my phone. We really need to call...someone...someone...they have to hear the river...the beautiful river...

...the beau-ti-ful, the beau-ti-ful, the ri-ver; yes, we shall gather at the river, that flows by the...

Dave?

Dave, why don't you answer me?

Dave? Dave...are we dreaming?

Are we...

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