Posted by PK on November 23, 2001 at 18:36:39:
"Timothy Tailor's," Amanda said. "Don't guzzle. Nectar is less precious. Not that I grudge it,
of course."
Belinda took another deliberate pull at the glass and wiped her mouth before handing it back.
"What's next?"
Amanda made a moue. "Do you think it's time I revealed the plot?"
"Which would be what?"
"Do try to keep up. The film. Revenge of the Spit Muffin. That's only a working title, of
course. Any better ideas?"
"Eat your pussy before it gets cold."
Amanda smiled. "Been there, done that while you were otherwise occupied. This is calf.
Elegant, don't you think? Still, I like it. I think I'll have that carved on my tombstone."
Something struck Belinda's rational mind from the subconscious that had been patiently
interpreting while her superego was out to lunch. It was like a dash of water in the face. "You
switched the cameras back on."
"Something like that. They were never really off. They record as well as transmit."
"But you didn't..." know that. Silly. Of course she did. Part of the show. Never show all your
cards. Everything was part of the plan. How else would she...
"No, I just improvise a little earlier than you expect. Nobody expects..."
"The Spanish Inquisition." Belinda giggled, then she started to laugh. She fell over and
laughed until she choked.
"Oh come on," Amanda said, smirking just a bit. "It wasn't that funny."
"Wa..what happens next?"
"I'm planning to fuck somebody after I've eaten. You up for it?"
Carol's arm was bare bones in her hand. Belinda realised she was licking and gnawing it as
she talked. "Me?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I'm not gay."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it. This is the New Age, anything goes. It's practically
required."
"Anything but Satanism and clog dancing?"
"Satan worships me, if he knows what's good for him. Must admit I'm not big on clogs.
Anyway, if you're not up for it I'll try one of the men. The tech with the grace to read Kenneth
Grahame. When I was only a little badger I read 'The Wind in the Willows' and it changed my
life. The Bible is now officially redundant. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn rules, OK?"
Belinda groped for the association and made a wild guess. "Pan?"
Amanda nodded. "The Great God Pan. Also known under various international aliases as
Herne or Cern...well, I don't want to bore you."
Belinda suspected that this was the least of her worries. "Do go on," she prompted. "You're
Pan or....." No, Amanda was female and didn't have hooves. She was fairly sure of that.
"His horrible little sister. His Evil Twin. The Black Sheep. The Lurker at the Threshold. well,
maybe not that...I may have been stretching a point there.."
"Kali?"
"Well, at least you're literate. But not quite that either."
This was a good game but Belinda knew she was playing out of her league.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?"
"Funny you should ask, I was half hoping you would. I want you, didn't you pick up the subtle
hints?. I promise I won't kill anybody else."