Part One, Chapter 8

Peter and Bring settled into the room before throwing the dice. They neatened things up, made sure a supply of condoms was available, that stashes were placed in strategic places. Bring smiled to herself. She was remembering being a child and playing with her friends. Domestic duties had a fascination for them and had an obsessive importance. Things had to be just right. She looked at Peter. "Ready?" He gave a tentative nod. They sat down on the bed. They prepared the yellow set of cards - shuffled them, laid out numbers two through twelve. Then Bring selected her two cards, Peter his. They wrote their replacements and the deck was ready.

"You roll this time," Peter said.

"Here goes." Bring threw the dice on the bed; the number that came up was ten.

The card said: "She is on her hands and knees. He enters her. He rubs her clitoris. One or both orgasms. Roll the dice again."

Peter sat back on the bed as Bring gathered the materials. She put the cards and dice in the black canvas bag, put the canvas bag on the dresser. She approached the bed, stood in front of him. "Can we be a little less mechanistic?" he said.

Bring watched him.

"I would like to undress you. Well, I guess I already have. I would like you to undress me. I would like to get to know your body before I 'enter you'." Peter stood. "Let's pretend it's our first time."

Bring nodded, smiled. She waited.

Peter stepped to Bring. "I've watched you; I have wanted this moment." He placed his hand on the side of her face and bent down to kiss her. "I find you beautiful, impishly beautiful." He kissed her mouth, kissed the tip of her nose, kissed a cheek. He drew her to him and held her close, moving his hands across her bare back. Her hands clutched him, relaxed, clutched and held him. He kissed her again. "I'm glad you walked through my door yesterday." He kissed her and reached down. One hand explored her body, her ass cheeks, her belly, and the softness of her breasts. He pulled her closer, then stepped back. He slid his hands down her body, knelt and unbuckled her sandals. She stepped from each one. He ran his fingers up the insides of her legs, feeling the coolness of her skin, lightly brushed her labia, stood and kissed her. "Your turn."

Bring backed a step and studied Peter. She came close, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid her hand down his front. She unbuttoned his shirt with her other hand, the fingers somewhat clumsy. His shirt open, she used both hands to slide it from his shoulders and down his arms. She then drew his gray t-shirt off. She placed her two palms against his stomach, fingers pointed downward, and slowly descended. She slid his pants down. She peered into his eyes, smiled, said, "You've made me very happy." She slid her hand into his underwear, moved her fingers around. "You wear a lot of clothes for a horn dog, you know. I was expecting just jeans and t-shirt." She slid his shorts down, letting his erection spring free. "Old horn dog and his best friend rover." She knelt and untied his shoes, removed them. He stepped out of his jeans and shorts. He held up each foot so she could draw off his socks. She held Peter's penis aside while she ran her tongue along the inside of his leg. She let him go, backed away, sat down on the bed. "I was wondering about your ideas on Morgan le Fay's role in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Do you think she . . ."

Peter sat on the bed beside her, kissed her, slowly pressed her down, still kissing her. He moved his tongue down her neck, dipping into depressions rimmed with bone, down her sternum, between her two breasts. He started to circle a nipple, stopped and sat up. "I've always thought that Morgan le Fay's role as a prime mover in later Arthurian stories has been little acknowledged. You see her in . . ."

Bring stopped him, lightly laying her hand over his lips. She took her hand from his mouth and unwrapped a condom. "Now you see it." She closed her hand, got off the bed and onto her knees. "Now you push all the way in." She placed the condom in her mouth and went down on him. After a minute she backed off him, grinned. "Yankee doodle dandy." She got up and climbed onto the bed.

Their doggy style frolic, Bring told him when they were done, lying in each other's arms was, "Horn dog's rover's roll in the clover."

Peter kissed her. "Add 'randy' and you have triple alliteration."

"I'm glad you got off that Morgan le Fay kick." She took his hand and kissed each finger. "You shouldn't put off doing things." She kissed his wrist. "Especially when you do them so well."

"Add 'wonderfully' and you have triple alliteration." Peter kissed her nose. "Beautiful bright Bring."

Bring poked him with her finger. "Add 'bountiful and' to that and you'll get a kiss, a hug, and an opportunity to throw the dice again."

"Let's snuggle a minute more, wild and wondrous wanton. Us older type horn dogs need a snuggle."

"I'm watching you. No napping." Bring rubbed her cheek against his.

"No naughty napping."

Later, Peter threw the dice and they came up six.

The card said: "He and she are free to choose any style of sex. More than once is permitted. When done, roll the dice again."

Peter looked at Bring, "I'm glad you let me have that rest."

Bring removed the game materials from the bed. She smiled, her teeth briefly visible, showed Peter the condom in her hand as she climbed back on the bed. "Bring would like to be on top this time," she said. She opened the condom, held it up to her mouth. Peter nodded. "Oh goody, you know the drill. All the way in." She went down on him.

Peter found if he lightly held Bring's nipple rings with his fingers it pleased her. He found if he held perfectly still it pleased her. If he arched his back it pleased her. If he shifted his pelvis from side to side just the littlest bit it pleased her. If he used his thumbs to trace lightly the area above her pubis it pleased her. He found if he raised his hands, so his thumbs were under her diaphragm, it pleased her. He found that when he gripped her and used his hands to help move her it pleased her.

The way Bring held her lower lip in her teeth pleased him, her eyes shut, face rigid in concentration. The way Bring moved her hips pleased him. The way her stomach muscles were taut and defined, the way her ribs stood out, all her bones were pushing against her skin, not just the ribs, but the clavicles, her shoulders, the projections of her pelvis, they all seemed to want to escape. The way Bring's body was fragile like all bodies are fragile, but strong as so few are, pleased him. The way she felt, the way she moved inside; it was as if she had fingers inside her swirling around him, climbing him, pressing him. The way this movement seemed to be free of the game pleased him. The way her body rippled and shuddered in passion pleased him.

He came. His hands held her still. The fantastic structure that she had become, rigid and swaying, fell apart and she crumpled over him, breathing heavily. Her tongue drew circles on his neck. She raised her face to give him a kiss and he saw tears in her eyes. He kissed her quickly and drew her face close to him, pressing her cheek in his.

Bring was still for a second. Then she raised her head, looked into Peter's eyes, kissed him, dropped her head again. Peter held her on top of him. She began to snore softly.

Bring was still asleep when Peter came back from the bathroom a half-hour later. He wondered how much sleep she had gotten while bound. He climbed back in bed and fell asleep holding her.

Bring and Peter were dozing when Alice knocked and came in. Alice had, besides the pizza, a bottle of wine, cups, and fruit drinks. She placed the food on the desk, asked the sleepy heads if it was all right to join them. They shyly nodded. She took off her dress and climbed in next to Bring who was still draped over Peter on his side of the bed.

Alice sniffed the air, laughed. "You guys have been busy, haven't you? Into yellow?"

Bring sat up, said nothing since it was obvious.

Alice noticed two cards on the bedside table and picked them up. She examined one, then the other, then put them back where they were. She slid down, moving more and more under the sheet until just her head was out. "Dave can spare me for an hour or so. Begrudgingly." She slid her hand under the covers and touched Bring's side. "Belinda is special, isn't she?"

Peter nodded, slid down under the sheet until just his head was visible. His hand went across Bring to touch Alice's. "I had expected different revelations this week off."

Bring slid down, too, her face between Alice and Peter's. "I'm a spectacle, not a revelation. You know that."

"Have you given Peter a tour?" Alice asked.

Bring said, "We were at the yard in the woods." Alice nodded, smiling. "Peter saw the buggies."

"What do you think, Peter?" Alice said. She moved her hand under his a little.

"I . . . I don't know." Peter was thinking about the sudden shifts between dignity and revelation.

"Did you notice TV antennas or satellite dishes?" Alice turned and pressed herself into Bring, whose skin was starting to cool. "Driveways and cars?"

"Nothing special. Should I have?"

"Belinda was distracting you." Alice laughed. "Pleasantly, no doubt." Alice shifted her hand so it was on Bring's breast. "Without a doubt a worthwhile distraction. The rings don't feel like I expected them to feel."

"You guys," Bring said. "This is not part of the game."

Alice said, in a different tone of voice, "The game and life are two different things." Alice sat up. "I need to eat now, if I'm going to get back to Dave's on time." She started to get out of bed. "And, as Peter's other paramour, I was hoping he would walk me there." She looked to Peter. "Maybe I won't be as distracting and you will see something you missed." She got out of bed. "Is that all right? Dinner now?"

Bring, Peter and Alice sat on the bed, the pizza box their table. The wine was just right. Peter studied the label. He saw it was local.

Peter over the past twenty-four hours was beginning to relax. No one on the bed had clothes on; it did not matter, except, to Peter's eye, Bring's ringed anklets, wristlets and collar were strange accents. They still disturbed him. Alice had become more comfortable around Peter so her lip mostly was left uncovered. He enjoyed watching her face.

After dinner they all dressed. Peter had to go out to the car and find Bring's dress. He brought it back still balled up. She snatched it out of his hands and gave him a look. Bring decided she would go to Martha's and find snacks for late night eating, when she and Peter would need a snack. They separated at the entrance to the motel. Bring and Peter kissed, then hugged and kissed again. Bring held out her hand to Alice, took it and squeezed, then broke away and left with a wave.

Alice and Peter held hands and walked in the direction Alice indicated. "I did notice one thing this morning," Peter said. "There were two men on main street holding hands. They stopped at a street corner, talked for a moment, then separated. They were happy together. I wasn't expecting that in a small town."

"Good," Alice said. "Now watch what happens when we get off this busy street here." She drew him down a shady avenue; the houses on each side looked cool and slumbering.

"Birds singing. Quiet otherwise." Peter glanced about.

"Maybe not yet. Relax. It will come to you."

They walked a little further, at the intersection a buggy was waiting. Alice smiled and shook her head. The teenager waved, returned to his book.

"It's different somehow." Peter laughed. "This whole place has been screwy since the getgo."

"Has it bothered you?" Alice asked.

"Parts of the game bother me."

"Why?" She directed him to the left at the next intersection.

"They are disruptive, out of place. Nothing fits." Peter shook his head. "I don't know."

"What are you hearing how?" Alice asked.

"A chopping sound. No. Someone is pounding mortises." Peter looked at Alice. "Is that right?"

"Let's go see."

They followed the sound to the back of a two story wood frame house. A workshop was in a smaller building. Large doors were open, a woman was tidying up a workbench. "Dovetails," Peter said.

The woman looked up, smiled, said, "Hi."

Alice said, "We won't disturb you." They resumed their walk. A few minutes later Alice said, "There will be a change again." They took a few more steps and Peter stopped; he turned back.

"It's different isn't it. There were people out in their gardens, walking by on the street, children playing," Peter said.

"And?"

"And they were happy. They looked happy." Peter watched Alice. "But people are happy in small towns everywhere."

"And?"

Peter thought a moment. "Let me go back a second." He stood further down the road, shook his head. He came back to Alice, they resumed walking. Peter said, "You asked earlier about cars, TV antennas, satellite dishes. I didn't see any, did I?"

"You're slipping between one world that makes sense, at least seems to, and another. When that happens you carry your sensibilities along with you. Maybe the game is beginning to make more sense now." Alice glanced at Peter. She laughed. "Don't worry if the game makes no sense. Don't worry if it does. Don't . . ." Alice stopped. "I shouldn't say any more." She squeezed Peter's hand. "If, when this is all over and you still feel you need to talk to someone, talk to Martha or Jimmy." She squeezed his hand again and stopped. "Car is spending tonight with his friends. I'm coming to your room later." Alice looked to the ground and then to Peter. "Please trust me tonight. I . . ." She stopped speaking and began walking. She drew him along with her. "I love you and Belinda more than you can imagine." She walked a few steps further, pointed to a storefront. "Here it is. I love you, Peter, and I know I can't hold on to you. Good luck." She kissed him and slipped inside.

Peter peered into the busy pizza shop, looked up the street and saw, only a few doors down, the antique shop he knew. He arrived at the motel shortly after Bring did.

Bring rolled the dice, they came up three.

The card said: "She licks around his anus and tries to stick her tongue in. He does the same to her. They finish with a style of sex of their choosing. Roll the dice again."

Peter looked to Bring. "Shower first?"

Bring laughed. "Shower together first." She got up off the bed and picked up the game materials. She looked sharply at Peter. "I'll be highly indignant if you don't try to feel me up."

Peter stood and began to remove his clothes. "Indignant? Is that when you push out your lip ring at me?"

Bring swatted him as she walked by.

Peter was continually surprised at the new discoveries Bring's body offered. The mole he found on her back near her right shoulder. The way Bring's face was constantly changing and he was just beginning to see it. The way she felt to him. The way he felt around her. The way his feelings were constantly changing about her. The way . . .

"You need to pay attention," Bring said. She held the bag filled with silvery stuff. She smiled. "You drifted off for a moment." She opened the baggie. "When we rim each other we use these. Homemade dental dams." She drew out a square of wet, clear plastic. "We open it like this." Bring struggled with the clingy stuff. "It's real thin, covered with glycerin." She saw the look on his face. "Doesn't taste bad, see." She held the plastic to his lips. He held out his tongue, touched it, nodded his head. "So once open, we lay it on the surface we'll be licking. Asshole or cunt. And we lick. It feels great. And works as long as we keep the plastic between us." She dropped the plastic into the wastebasket. "Ready?"

Peter nodded, "I'll do you first."

"Sure?"

"Sure." Peter leaned over and kissed her. "You are the cutest pizza girl I've ever, well anything. Are you sure the tip was big enough?"

"I'm not sure." Bring lay down, pulled his pillow under her hips. "I'll think about it."

Peter kissed her. He ran his fingers over her breasts, felt the rings, passed them and drew his hands, knuckle side down, to her stomach, lower, drew them along the crease between her legs and her labia. He moved his fingers to explore her labia, touched the rings, used them to spread her lips, used his fingers, knuckle down, to drag along the space between her buttocks and her labia, up along the inside of her leg. He stopped and opened the baggie and drew out a piece of plastic. He put the baggie out of the way and, propped on his elbows, used his two hands to open the plastic sheet. It was not as easy as it looked. Bring started whistling and making her pelvis twitch. She placed her hands on herself and played with the rings on her labia. Using two fingers she spread the labia and ran her fingers around her clitoris, into her vagina, onto her clitoris, stroking it softly. Peter said, "That is wonderfully distracting to watch. There. I'm ready. No. Hold yourself open."

"But that's not . . ."

"I'm just doing things a little out of order." Peter licked. "Is that Okay? Should I stop?"

"I can't believe you're taking advantage of me that way." Bring was still a moment. "Don't stop." She placed a hand on his head, "Just so you . . ." Her fingers held his head. "I'm shutting up."

Bring after a few minutes pressed her pelvis into Peter's face, shuddered. She let out a small moan. Her fingers squeezed his head. Peter moved the plastic.

When it was Peter's turn to lie with his legs spread, his pelvis propped up on the pillow, he did not know what to expect. First, there was a piece of damp coldness placed against him. Then he felt that coldness dig in and caress him in a place he had never felt such a caress before. Bring's tongue was firm, it was pliant, it was the center of his world. He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted to quench the ball of heat in his lower stomach, he wanted to be inside Bring. The caress stopped. He felt a different caress as Bring lowered her mouth on his penis, felt her lips around the base of his penis, then felt her withdraw. Bring climbed up alongside him, kissed him as he kissed her and he climbed into her.

Bring lay back, her lower lip between her teeth, him inside her, both moving. He dropped his head and tapped her lip ring with his tongue. He kissed her briefly then rose up again. Her hands were on his sides, her thumbs pressing. They moved together for a long time.

Afterwards, Bring was staring at the ceiling, tears in her eyes, when Peter raised his head. He kissed her cheek, used his nose to spread the tears, kissed her mouth. He lowered his head against her shoulder. He heard somebody's heart hammering away. They were both wet with sweat. Peter slipped out of Bring and used his fingers to keep the condom on. He dozed as Bring slept, her arms across his back holding him tight to her.

They rolled the dice. It was Peter's turn. They came up twelve.

The card said. "Change to the orange suit. Roll the dice again."

Bring said to Peter, "Orange suit. Let's take a break before we roll again." She touched Peter's face. "Jimmy was saying yesterday he hoped we'd come tonight. He had something special he wanted to show you. Is that all right?" She quickly smiled at him. "I'll be meek and demure."

Peter laughed. "No. Be a spectacle tonight. Maybe that way everyone will be distracted and I won't have women pulling bucks out of my pocket." He stood and went toward the bathroom.

Bring asked, "Can I join you in another shower?"

Peter smiled and held the door open to her.

Bring selected an incredibly short skirt made out of white, shiny stuff, a pink jersey tank top, with thin straps, that fell to about three inches above her navel, and a pair of red, heeled shoes. As they were getting dressed, Peter said, "Alice mentioned her difficulties with the game, said to ask you about it."

Bring stopped what she was doing, looked over at Peter. "It's not a happy story. Are you sure you want to hear it?" She sat down on the bed. "It might affect how you think of her."

Peter went on dressing; he had not noticed Bring's face. "Yes. I think so. She said to ask you."

Bring patted the bed. Peter sat down. "All right." She took a breath, held out her hand, he took it. "Alice, like me, played the game when she was eighteen, just out of high school. It went terribly wrong for her." Bring squeezed Peter's hand. "There is a fifth suit of cards, they are white. Alice and I threw our dice, took our cards, and that was how the game started for us. I got you and have been so incredibly lucky. Alice ran into trouble. The man she was with kidnapped her, took her away. That's not supposed to happen."

Peter said, "Larry."

"Yes, there are lots of people watching to make sure nothing bad happens." Bring glanced at Peter. "Not everyone reacts the way you do to what the cards say." Bring looked at her hands. "So the man took her away. Did bad things to her. He made her do things. She was a prostitute." Bring squeezed Peter's hand, stood and released his fingers. She started to pace. "It took three years to find Alice. When they found her, she was in a room lying badly beaten on a bed, so badly that she was unconscious, in a coma. I can't imagine doing that to someone. She was . . ."

"I've seen scars on her," Peter said.

Bring turned and paced again. "They were checking her to see if they could move her when they heard a noise under the bed. A man looked down; a small child, a toddler, was squeezed up against the wall there, terrified. They spoke to the child. After a while, the child became less frightened; he held up a tiny toy car for them to see and said, 'Car.' " Bring stopped and sat down beside Peter.

"Car," Peter said.

"They brought them home here." Bring watched Peter. "Men had forced her to have unprotected sex, men had unprotected sex with her. I don't know if . . . I've never asked if . . ." Bring stood again and started to pace. "Alice recovered physically in a relatively short time." She stopped and looked sideways at Peter. "She didn't talk for two years. She hasn't . . ." Bring sat down next to Peter and took his hand. "She hasn't been with anyone since then. She and Car seem happy. She's finishing up college. She's hasn't been with anyone since then until today when she . . ."

"Took my buck." Peter smiled remembering. "It was an accident, they fell out of my pocket. She handed them back to me. All except one." Peter smiled. "She and Car are good together." He kissed Bring. "I like her a lot. I like you a lot." He stood. "Thank you for telling me. I still like her."

There were more people in Screwy Louie's tonight than last night. The jukebox was playing and the tables in the center of the room were filled. Peter observed Bring as they walked in. She was smiling to herself, there was a brief glint of light on her lip ring, then she walked ahead of him, holding his hand. He could tell she was not used to heels, but she was doing all right. If anything, the slight jerkiness of her gait made her even more attractive to Peter.

Bring's appearance was noted by people in the bar, then a man resumed his conversation. Another turned away, got up and went to get a beer.

Bring stopped and turned to look at Peter. "Have you noticed how the women here are watching you?"

Peter shook his head.

"You just remember you're going to be busy tonight, with me." Bring smiled, pulled him close, gave him a quick kiss. She broke away, turned and led the way past the tables toward an empty booth. She looked sharply at him and grimaced. "Oh no, now they know you're good." She squeezed his hand. She led the way to a booth.

Peter started to notice frank looks. His hand reached reflexively to his shirt pocket, then he shook his head. He took the bucks out of his pocket, stopped Bring, pulled the elastic for her skirt, and stuffed the bucks there. He released the elastic, patted her fanny, and took her hand again. "You don't have to worry, now."

"You're incorrigible," she laughed. "Is here all right?" He gave a brief nod and they sat side by side in the booth. Bring placed his hand on her leg. Peter refused to look down; the skirt barely covered her when she was standing.

Jimmy came by after awhile with two bottles of beer, placed them on the table and said, "Okay if I talk with your beau, Belinda, I mean Missy?" He grinned at Peter. "I wanted to show him some things."

Bring laughed. "My beau's name is Peter H. Dog, Jimmy." She looked at Peter, "This is Jimmy. You'll like him."

Peter got up. Jimmy leaned down and mock whispered to Bring, "What does the H. stand for?"

"Horn. Peter Horn Dog." Bring laughed. Jimmy laughed and stood. "That's only some times. Other times the H. stands for Hang. Peter Hang Dog," Bring said. "The only time he's not grumpy is when he's, well you know."

Jimmy laughed, turned to Peter, "Is that true?"

"I thought the H. stood for Hot, but what do I know," Peter said.

Jimmy laughed again. "Just going to borrow him for a minute." He looked to Peter, "I had a couple of things to show you." Peter walked alongside as Jimmy led the way to the bar's entrance. Jimmy was a little shorter than Peter, his gray hair was wiry and did not seem to appreciate being combed. Jimmy's face was round, his eyes sat merrily in it and seemed to sparkle all the time. When Jimmy pushed open the door, Peter noticed he had large hands. "Out here is one," Jimmy said.

They stood in the center of the parking lot. Jimmy looked around, then looked at Peter. "Bar's pretty full tonight." Peter nodded watching him. "How many patrons came by car or truck, do you think?"

Peter glanced around, guessed. "I'd say most every one."

Jimmy smiled. "Just you and Belinda."

Peter studied him closely.

"Then what are all these?" Jimmy laughed. "This is one of the parking lots for the town's cars." He watched Peter. "Starting to understand?" He smiled. "No one in town owns a car. Few people need them. When they do, they use one of these, or those parked elsewhere."

Peter looked at Jimmy.

"To go to work outside of town." Jimmy started to go back inside the bar. "To haul something." He opened the door for Peter. "Go to the park north of here."

"Deliver a pizza to the motel," Peter said.

"You got it." Jimmy led Peter across the bar floor. "I wanted to show you a few of my students." He led Peter to the pool tables. "This is Peter who is doing the game with Belinda."

There were five teenagers. To Peter they seemed younger than Bring, three boys and two girls. They closely watched the balls on the pool table, studying them. One of the girls went to the blackboard and started to write a mathematical equation on it. She looked at Peter, gave a quick smile, went back to her work on the board. One of the boys went over, said something to her. She shook her head and kept writing. He picked up a piece of chalk and started to write another mathematical equation at the other end of the board.

The two boys and the girl by the table watched the two at the board. No one said anything.

Jimmy touched Peter's arm, "We're distracting them. We can talk over here." They went over to the corner of the bar.

"Students?"

"Education here doesn't take place at just a certain time of the day, at a certain place. It's more diffuse."

"Nothing's what it seems here."

"Partly that's true. It depends on where you are looking." Jimmy leaned up against the bar. "We normally don't give outsiders a tour or talk about some of the things I'm talking about." He glanced at Peter. "Martha likes you, Alice likes you, everyone who has met you likes you, so we thought this might help out. You'll be going to orange soon. It'll help if you know a little more."

"Orange is next," Peter said.

"Orange is . . ." Jimmy stopped. "I can't tell you everything. Maybe two stories will help." He regarded Peter. "Let's sit down, it's not so easy anymore for me to stand like this." Jimmy led Peter behind the blackboard, now all five were standing at it and talking, to a group of chairs. They sat down.

"First story. I was teaching my kids about computers. We were putting one together. I was setting the jumpers on the hard drives, and was showing them how one drive is set to 'master' and the other drive is set to 'slave.' They did not have the slightest idea of what I was talking about. They have no idea of what a slave is, they don't know what a master is." He looked at Peter. "Not the slightest clue."

"Second story. I had come back home from the war, was drifting, and found myself here at one of the solistice festivals." He smiled. "Like this weekend. I thought I had fallen into heaven; any woman, or man, was available to me. The weekend was over, too soon; I stumbled out of town and started drifting again. I came back three years later. I wanted to live in heaven if possible. There wasn't a solstice festival, things were different." He turned to the blackboard, then Peter. "People were nice, just not that accepting." Jimmy laughed. "So I lived out in a field on the edge of town. I didn't want for food or anything, just a place to lay my head. Something to hold onto. When winter came, a small group of townspeople brought me to this place. It was rundown. We sat and talked about things, then we talked for days as we cleaned it up." Jimmy glanced at Peter. "People talk a lot around here. We talked as they helped me set up a room for myself in back." Jimmy smiled. "It wasn't easy. To live here was worth it. I have my bar, I brew in back, I have my students, I've had lovers, I'm happy in heaven. I'm happy to live in a place where people don't understand masters and slaves." Jimmy looked sideways at Peter. "Gosh, I hope I haven't said too much." He laughed. "You should see Martha when she's angry."

Peter asked, "Who is Screwy Louie?"

Jimmy laughed, "That was a dog I had as a kid. I would laugh until I cried watching him chase his tail." Jimmy glanced at Peter and smiled. "Louie was the best." Jimmy stood, led Peter back to Bring. "These are good kids here." He waved his hand at the blackboard. "Belinda is a good kid. I can call her that; she thinks she's grown up." He smiled. "Just like me when I was that age." He looked sideways at Peter. "The people here aren't that different."

Peter nodded. "Is orange . . ."

"Orange and red are real hard. Especially after yellow." Jimmy brought Peter back to Bring. They chatted for a moment, and then Jimmy went back to his students, who had come to an impasse on the blackboard.

Peter looked at Bring fondly. "I had thought you'd be dancing."

Bring placed his hand again on her leg. "I've been happy just sitting here."

"Jimmy's quite a guy."

"I thought you'd like him." Bring smiled, drew a circle on the table with her beer bottle. "Sometimes I wonder what it will be like to be away from here."

"You'll do okay," Peter said. "College will keep you too busy to be homesick much."

"I hope so. It's a little scary, though."

Peter thought about masters and slaves. I would be scared to go there, too, he thought.

When they got back to the motel room, Bring set the materials for the game on the bed. They prepared the cards, wrote their substitutes. Peter was a little shocked at what he saw on the two cards he rejected. Maybe the others are not so bad, he thought.

It was Bring's turn to throw the dice; they came up two.

The card said: "He ties her up. She is on her back with an item from the collection stuck in her vagina. He watches television, and then gets up and masturbates onto her. She is untied afterwards. Roll the dice again."

Bring nodded her head and passed it to Peter, "This one looks easy."

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