21 Instances

she will tell me a huge secret

she will tell me a huge secret

Nepreska is not her Mom’s real name because she’s wanted for murder back in Russia she says it was only fair because she killed two security who tortured her grandfather she found out where they were living in an old spies retirement home she snuck in disguised as a nurse and put cyanide in their prune juice wow more overload the anarchist guy is back this time with whole potatoes he spears the potatoes with a fork and slams them down on the plate next to the meat Nepreska taps her handheld and the room gets darker except for one wall that lights up it’s a media wall the graphic guy keys his handheld and the media wall displays a large cartoon it’s all bright colors red blue and green mixed with grays and whites two people are in it a woman and a man they both have big eyes bigger than any real person would have the woman has a caption balloon coming out of her mouth the usual kind you see in comics it’s like a stack of captions one on top of the other and the man has a stack too his are outlined in green and hers are in pink everybody but me and Nadja gets into arguing about the dialog we’re in eye lock again I can’t look away she giggles and tries to pour me more booze most of it ends up soaking my crotch.

“Trite!” the tuxedo guy yells at Oppie. “What do mean trite? You goon! You impudent worm! Don’t you see the music? The poetry? Are you an imbecile?” He switches to another language and rants some more.

Nadja giggles. “He says that Dr. Opkor is a bear-fucker, a man who would sodomize a goat and would steal honey from the bees, rub it on his p***s and force a deer to lick it off him.”

“Innocent deer!” the old guy yells. “I said an innocent deer! He tosses off another glass. “Bah! And I say again bah! I make war on the State, but no one cares.”

“The State must die,” the anarchist says. He’s sitting next to the sha-man, who is still spinning his hands at me. The anarchist’s got the rest of the meat on a huge plate and a whole pile of potatoes. “The State must be periodically destroyed and rebuilt. That’s because institutions start out as a means to accomplish a task. But over time, their missions change to preserving themselves. The only way to overcome the inertia is to destroy them and start over.”

“Fool!” the graphics guy yells. “You are an imbecile also!”

“Stop spinning,” the anarchist tells the shaman and the loony doesn’t answer, all he’s doing is staring at his own spinning hands. The anarchist socks the guy in the forehead and he falls backward. The section of aluminum couch he’s in goes back with him.

“But revolutions only happen when times are desperate,” the anarchist says. “Anarchy is always preceded by a period of intense polarization sufficient to justify an economic hit as high as 60% of GDP.”

The sha-man pushes himself upright. “What did I miss?” he says. “Did I mesmerize the boy? Did he cluck like a chicken? Reveal the secrets of the universe? Receive a visitation from the spirit world?”

“No,” the anarchist says. He sticks a huge piece of meat in his mouth and talks around it while he chews. “You did yourself again.”

“Curses,” the shaman says. He spoons up some of his soup and Nepreska tells the anarchist to serve the dessert and he won’t do it he says he has worked his quota for the day she keeps trying and they get into it I tune it out Nadja and I are in eye lock mode again and she’s telling me about her work she’s an architect she really likes it and she asks about my work and I tell her all about code and how fun it is and how I can’t stop once I start and she smiles and listens and puts her hand on my thigh again oh my god but I keep talking no one and I do mean no one ever asks me about my work or they ask but when I try to answer their eyes glaze over after about 10 seconds this is a first I can’t shut up until Nepreska yells so loud it hurts my ears she wants me and Nadja to go get the dessert Nadja grabs my hand and we stand up I haven’t held hands with women very much so I’m not sure if there’s anything I’m supposed to do besides hold it on old media they kiss women’s hands but I think she’d laugh at me if I tried it she leads me around the table to the door where the anarchist has been coming from its mounted flush to the wall that’s why you can’t see it from a distance Nadja opens it there’s a huge kitchen Nadja pulls me through the door shuts it with her foot and pushes me up against the wall she giggles as she puts one hand on each side of my head and pulls me down she kisses my lips then my chin then my right cheek my lips again she sticks her tongue in my mouth I’m so not expecting that I can’t move her tongue is long enough to go deep into my mouth she slides it out smiles at me and grabs my hand again and leads me to a huge refrigerator she opens one of the doors there’s a bunch of glasses with some green stuff in them on a tray she says she’ll carry them and I should carry a large brown bottle on a nearby table I pick it up and read the label it’s brandy which I have head of but never drank she says Oppie is too drunk to drive I tell her he doesn’t drive real well sober either she laughs some more her laugh is pretty uncontrolled it reminds me of the way her mother talks she says I will spend the night with her I almost drop the bottle but somehow I say I don’t want to I can’t believe I said that but it’s what I feel I’m tired of people telling me what to do she whirls around and the desserts slide across the tray one of them almost falls off she says don’t I want to sleep with her I say I need time to get to know her but I just want it to be my choice she says she will give me more time and is 15 minutes enough she makes eye contact like she’s serious but