Posted by NL on June 16, 2005 at 13:33:10:
The Civil War-- Part 2
And then things got strange and Norville hardly knew what to make of the memories that came next. It seemed that a lightening bolt came crashing down very near to them, making a blinding flash and mighty boom. That severed leg of his granddad's flew up in the air, swirling like a flung stick and reattached itself to the stump, where, lately, it had hung. Norville's foot felt like new but he seemed to be tangled in a barbed wire fence near the creek, bent over, with his pants pulled down around his ankles. His boyish butt felt cool, as though salved by a potation of menthol and methyl salicylate and eucolyptol, while out of the corner of his eye he beheld his granddad with a single great eye out on the end of a stalk, where it quivered, "erect and precisely detailed". And his grandad's words came back to him, words he had forgotten until the lovedoll burst in his arms: "It's done, boy, as it was done to me, and as it has always been done, for billions of years! Use yer arcane energies as it pleases ye, for good or for ill, for it is allee samee difference to the One who dwells out of sight, and presides over the Great Ganglion!" Norburt "Fartburst" Tooth cackled then, and the next thing Norville knew, and the only thing he really remembered afterward, was walking home beside his granddad with a great big fish they had caught between them. His foot was good to go. Granddad's leg was back where it belonged and who could say whether it had actually ever been severed.
But now, alone in his apartment, Norville remembered it all! And he remembered how to link up with the Sympathetic Ganglion and he KNEW what he could do! It was all he could do at that very moment, contemplating the destruction of his love-doll, not to reach "out", into that slimey ganglionous mass in its ulterior dimension, and strangle the life out of Miss Soup, there and then. But, no. He would not do it. He would not do it until he had Miss Soup within his grasp, so that he could fuck her dead body! That was the way a smart fellow would use The Ganglion, and he, Norville, was nothing if not a smart fellow! Of course, he had never actually tried to use the Sympathetic Ganglion before, but he had the knowledge-- in theory, he could do it. Surely, in practice, there would be no problem he could not solve.
The very next work day Miss Soup came gyrating her petite sexy butt around Norville's cubicle and dropped broad hints that the office party at the boss's house next week would feature Miss Soup herself as the main attraction. Everybody would be fucking her. Didn't Norville want a peice of the pie, this time? And yes, Norville thought that would indeed be a great thing. "Make sure I'm on the list for this one, Miss Soup! I sorta feel sociable. Yes, my sociability has been heating up after the last time we spoke, and I would be very happy to attend the next office party!" Miss Soup seemed mildly surprised and almost bored. Oh, well, that would be nice. Bring your own rubbers, she said. After all, it might be raining. Tee. Hee.
Norville's contempt for his co-workers was exceeded only by his contempt for his boss. Bad taste was evident in every facet of the middle-aged Lothario's trashy batchelor's suburban "palace". But it didn't matter. Norville was going to kill Miss Soup, fuck her corpse, and get away with it. Ha Ha! What would Mr. Krecker do with the dead body? What would happen to Mr. Krecker's reputation and standing in the community? Ha Ha! The conundrums were fun to contemplate. Miss Soup was indeed at her best that evening. She arrived in a short sheer low-cut tight slinky dress made out of some synthetic material that had much in common with sandwich wrap but quickly exchanged that for a micro-kini as the party moved poolside. Norville was happy to have spent hours every day for years working out. He had the best bod in the pack, something he had never really had any occasion to reveal to his co-workers, so when he doffed his usual conservative attire for a speedo, it was like Clark Kent transforming into superman-- Miss Soup took him aside and said, sigh, I've gotta let old "Kicker" Krecker fuck me first, but you, my hot darling, are number two! I'll save the best for you-- such muscles! I never ever would have imagined... and she actually batted her eyes at him, like Betty Boop. Norville collected old comics and toons, so he ought to know. And, truth be told, Miss Soup had a fabulous butt. Her tits were not bad either. Killing her and fucking her, after so very much fantasy and so many stranglings of the love doll, which he had not bothered to replace, hoping to stoke the fires of murderous lust via abstinence, would surely be one of those peak experiences, like the great eastern mystics spoke so much about.
Alas, alas, while everybody got drunker and drunker, and while Norville waited his turn outside the bedroom door, it became apparent that old "Kicker" Krecker planned to take his goddamned time with Miss Soup. Perhaps, having espied Norville's body builder physique, the bastard had decided not to share. It was taking sooo long! He almost thought: Poor Miss Soup! But that would be stupid because he was only there to kill Miss Soup and fuck her corpse. Maybe, maybe, he could PRACTICE with the Sympathetic Ganglion while he waited. Maybe, maybe, he could "do something" to Mr. Krecker to make him get off Miss Soup so he, Norville, could have his turn at last. And so, very tentatively, he reached, reached mentally and psychically, into that vast mysterious labyrinth, where the Great Sympathetic Ganglion routed all the vast Kosmos's Nervous Impulses, like a great extra-dimensional telephone switching center...