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Roxanne speaks: After Jackie left the job the erections just kept coming twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. There was a time when I felt unable to relieve all the erections of all the men in the world. There were so many cocks to be handled by my two delicate hands that longed for the digital camera. The coming of the erect cocks and the lonely men was relentless and they all wanted the stress relief, the hand relief, and the ultimate belief of ejaculation. From the handyman to the business managers there would be oral relief, or physical relief or just moments of plain relief from their own loneliness and pointless existences. Jackie dreamt of great armies of erect cocks marching towards her. Sometimes when she was exhausted she thought that there were too many cocks in the world, and was pleased that they hadn't found yet more cocks in the deeper reaches of outer space. Stars were less complex than cocks. At other times she felt a great sympathy for cocks and the men attached to them coming inside her. Perhaps it was just when she got tired that the cocks of the world were overwhelming and relentless like the waves rolling up a long quiet stretch of beach towards her feet, bringing in the long haul of the slow drowning spring tide around the roots of the mangroves. While she tried to sleep and dream of nature, those cocks came in like waves after waves upon waves after waves.
'Do you think I will be okay?' asked Nikita. I reached down and touched her forehead, noticing the rawness of the bruise on her temple. 'Sure you will, sweetheart. Tomorrow is a new day. When you get back on your feet, we'll go out for a drink at the Cool Spot. Okay?' 'Okay,' she said, smiling like the little girl, blissed out for now on a good dose of painkillers. So do you want to know how it feels for Jackie, or is it Tracy? Today feels like the sudden sweep of a long and peaceful resting place, like an empty morning where no man's hands would be on her ever again. Some of the girls said that after two weeks of not having it, that they actually craved it. They craved the sensuality and returned. Abigail said that she was a nympho and that, aside from the money, it was just her way of having lots of sex when she wanted it and not because it helped to pay for the treatments of her sick father in hospital. She was never one to say what she really meant. Sharlena said, 'Her father is clever like Jesus. He keeps dying and coming back to life again.' Nikita murmured, 'I just hope my heart is the same.'
Jackie sat by the deep green rainy needles of the Casuarina trees and Hero stretched his body into the humid haze of the tropics. The rainbows came down from the equator and the dollar birds and Torres Strait Island pigeons with them. Soon the black cockatoos with their harsh inland cries would be streaking across the wet season opaline skies and dropping by on the beach to chew up the Casuarina cones. At last I'm home, she thought, never wanting to leave again. She wanted nothing more than this moment gave her, here all things being complete. Everything I need to know about life and all my desires and ambitions and every answer to a question has its place right here, its origin and its ending. She was deeply grateful to have lived long enough for this moment. The situation became indescribable in the territory of the mangrove and the pathway of the hermit crab. It was like permanently walking off into a beautiful sunset. All endings were wondrous here, and need not begin again. Hero was pleased that Tracy was able to spend more time with him throughout the day and nights. He lay between her skinny freckled legs, so that if she suddenly decided to get up in order to return to work, he'd be the first to know about it. Tracy is back on her beautiful beach in Darwin on the edge of the Arafura Sea. 'I am happy, thanks to nothing at all and no one but me,' she said. Her muscular cunt was at rest in the sand, her bony brown arm around her dog's old shoulder, the big black thunderstorms filled with lightning, and the green equatorial rain from the sea gently rolling in. |
