"You know," she insisted, giggling. "To penetrate instead of being penetrated.
To feel a woman"s heat around your c.o.c.k. To e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e. To have one short blinding spasm instead of a long extended one!"
"Is that what you"re thinking about?" Evan pretended to be offended and Patty slapped his b.u.t.tocks, rolling him over until she straddled him. She traced the tight black curls of hair on his dark chest. "So you want to be a man, eh, virile and masterful."
"To surrender my brain to a p.e.n.i.s," she retorted. "C"mon, Evan, haven"t you ever wondered what it feels like to be a woman?" Evan tried to shrug and she shook her head at him. "Come on now. Admit it!"
"Okay," he said. "Maybe a little. But there"s no way to ever know, is there?"
But there was, now.
Moving an arm was ecstasy. Feeling the stubble on her cheek was glory The touch of jeans along her legs was a caress. The tepid beer that Blackhead gave her was a gastronomical delight. Despite all her worries about John and Evan, despite her fear of the Rox, Patty couldn"t help but marvel at the wonder of being in this body. She"d forgotten how good it was. It didn"t matter that she was male or that she very likely had a crack addiction or worse-she was free, able to walk alone and talk alone and not feel anyone else inside her.
[This body"s wanted for questioning in New York, and that may not be the worst of it. What if he"s got AIDS, what if the wild card has done other hidden things to him or if he"s syphilitic or has cancer? What about s.e.x? What if after a few experiments you find that you"re still attracted only to males? What about John and Evan, trapped in Oddity with that punk?]
But the objections didn"t totally convince. She was here, in David"s teenage body, and Patty had to admit that she enjoyed the sensation. She drank again, savoring the coolness, the odor of the hops, the yeasty taste.
Kelly watched her, always, while Blackhead worried near the door.
"Why do you keep staring?" Patty asked, and the rich, deep voice was a joy.
Blackhead answered for her. "Kelly? She"s new. She"s got the hots for David but he ain"t laid her. She"d love to go down on him, to have him spread her legs-"
Kelly whirled around, stabbing a forefinger at Blackhead. "You shut up, hear?
You"re just mad "cause I won"t do you."
Blackhead laughed. "s.h.i.t," he told Kelly. "That"s c.r.a.p. You"d sure lay down and spread "em with a smile to get initiated. You ain"t really part of us until you can jump, and you can"t jump until you get laid by Prime, and that might not be for a while, since he don"t get out here that often. So don"t give me that shy virgin s.h.i.t. Maybe it don"t have to be Prime, Kelly. And you"re wasting your time waiting for David. He can f.u.c.k anyone he wants. He don"t need you. I"d do just fine."
"I want more than a pencil," Kelly spat. She huddled on the floor near Patty, arms around knees while Blackhead chortled near the entrance to the ramshackle room. "Son of a b.i.t.c.h," she muttered. Her face was flushed from anger and embarra.s.sment.
"I was her age once .... I"ve been there too ."
"I"m sorry" Patty said softly to Kelly, and meant it. The girl thanked Patty with her eyes, and Patty had to smile again. But Blackhead"s words had caused other reactions, too. "What"s it feel like to be a man?" she"d asked Evan long ago. Now she knew part of it. There was a heat, and her jeans were suddenly tighter in the crotch. "You"re very pretty" she said softly so that only Kelly could hear. Though the words sounded strange and awkward, Kelly gave a half smile at them.
Patty hated the rest of what she was going to do. "Kelly, I can give you David, if that"s what you want." She whispered it so that Blackhead couldn"t hear the words.
"You ain"t David," she answered, but without anger. "No," Patty admitted. "But maybe when David comes back, his body will remember...."
"You were ugly. I saw the Oddity once in Jokertown. No one would go to bed with you the way you were."
"You"re a gorgeous woman, Patricia," John said. It was the anniversary of the first time they"d made love as a trio. Their "birthday," they"d jokingly called it. Evan had made a cake. John decorated the apartment with balloons and crepe paper. They"d stuck a silly hat on her head and a champagne gla.s.s in her hand when she walked in. "A wonderful person. I can"t imagine loving anyone else, and I know Evan feels the same way. We"re both very lucky." Patty nodded, feeling the tears in her eyes and fighting them back. She could feel Kelly"s gaze on her. "No," Patty said. "Not for a long time. A long time." Kelly"s hand reached out and touched Patty/David"s. There was a softness in her gaze, a sympathy that made Patty like Kelly despite the hard exterior she tried to maintain. She smiled at Patty and Patty smiled back, feeling the strangeness of David"s face.
"Okay," Kelly whispered. "Maybe..."
Kelly rose to her feet and went over to the makeshift door of the hut. She spoke to Blackhead in an intense whisper. "I ain"t leavin"," Blackhead said loudly.
"Where the h.e.l.l is he gonna go? This is the Rox, a.s.shole. You can stay outside if you want."
"Maybe I"ll stay and watch, huh?"
"You can diddle yourself outside." Kelly shoved Blackhead, opening the door.
Blackhead snorted. He gestured with the pipe toward Patty. "I"ll be right there.
You stick your head out and I"ll take it off." He looked from Patty to Kelly, laughed again, and left.
Kelly didn"t look at her for a long time. She stayed by the piece of plywood that was the door, facing away. Then she seemed to sigh.
It was Patty who came to her, by the door. She opened her arms and hugged Kelly.
It felt strange to be so much taller. Patty was very aware of Kelly, of the b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressing against David"s chest, of the smell of her hair, of the way her hips pressed against her body. Kelly"s hands came around Patty"s head and brought it down to her.
They kissed, softly and tentatively, then Kelly"s mouth opened. [Very strange ... ] Patty felt her [his] body responding. She leaned into Kelly, pulling her tight. Close. She could feel the unbidden erection aching to be loosed. [Ah, Evan, so very, very strange ... ]
"So urgent," she breathed. "Impatient."
"What?" Kelly asked.
"Nothing." She hugged Runt again.
There was an insistence to her arousal that differed from anything she"d known before. Maybe it was the years since she"d experienced desire, maybe she"d just forgotten, but this seemed more volatile and dangerous. It wasn"t Kelly-Patty had never been particularly s.e.xually attracted to women despite some minor experimentation. Patty shuddered as she ended the embrace, as she raised her head from Kelly"s lips and held the girl at arm"s length. She slipped the shirt over Kelly"s head, unbuckled the jeans. Kelly was attractive, Patty thought clinically. Very pretty in a young way. Patty stroked her tentatively, then with more pa.s.sion, her hands going from Kelly"s b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the fleece between her legs as Kelly closed her eyes.
They sank together to the floor. Kelly"s legs wrapped around Patty, her hands sought to unzip her jeans and pull out that odd hardness throbbing there.
Holding back was far, far more difficult than Patty had imagined it would be.
Runt"s lips and hand were insistent; she seemed to feel the heat coming from both of them. Patty wanted to do this, wanted to plunge her erection into Kelly"s moist heat ....
"I"m sorry" she whispered. Rising up, Patty drove David"s fist in a vicious cut across her chin. There was a lot of wiry strength in her new body. Her fist snapped against Kelly"s jaw.
Kelly grunted; her eyes closed as blood drooled over cut lips. Her legs and arms went limp around Patty. Patty got to her feet. She called to Blackhead, outside the door. "Hey, man! How about joining us?"
The door opened; Blackhead stuck his head in and saw Kelly"s naked body spread-eagled on the floor. He gaped.
Patty hit the kid in the back of the head with doubled, fisted hands. Blackhead staggered and doubled over, and Patty brought her knee up into his face. She heard the nose break.
As Blackhead fell, Patty pulled on the rope handle and flung open the door.
Patty darted through the opening and into the darkness of the Rox.
Ellis Island was a quarter mile from the shipyards of the Jersey sh.o.r.e and a little over a mile from Battery Park at the southern tip of Manhattan Island.
But you couldn"t get to Ellis from either of those places. Certainly some could (and had) tried, but they were invariably curious nats, and nats who went to the Rox were treated rudely, violently, and sometimes fatally. The authorities had pa.s.sed control of Ellis like a legal hot potato from the National Park Service, to the New Jersey authorities, to the New York City police, who had given up any pretext of actual control of the island months ago.
Still, patrol boats vigilantly intercepted anyone trying to swim or boat to the Rox. The authorities might not be able to shut down the Rox itself, but they could and would control traffic to and from the island.
Those who went to the Rox knew that to get there safely you had to see Charon, and Charon could only be found on the East River, where the edge of Jokertown touched water.
Oddity could hear the waves slapping the pilings under the rotting wharf. They"d placed a kerosene lantern at the end of the dock-it hissed at their feet, the mesh filament gleaming erratically in the breeze off the river.
Inside, David yammered at Evan, shielding his mindvoice from John.
[Any f.u.c.kin" body you want man any f.u.c.kin" one just point at it and it"s yours free at last just help me when we get to the Rox fast fast fast.... ]
[I don"t see anything, ] John"s usually powerful Dominant voice was weak, but it still drowned out the jumper"s constant wheedling. [Maybe Dutton was wrong, Evan.]
[No not wrong Charon will come take us to the Rox that"s where they"d"ve taken her. ... ] David whispered it to Evan alone.
[Charon will be here,] Evan told John. [Be patient.] Even as he said it, he knew how impossible it was. One way or another, this had to be resolved soon. Being Dominant was exhausting and John had only gone down to Pa.s.sive the day before.
It had been hard enough for Evan to move to Sub-Dominant with no rest. John wouldn"t be able to hold on much longer. When that time came, Evan would have to take Dominant; if he couldn"t or wouldn"t hold it, David would. If that happened, they"d lost everything.
John knew it, too. His anger lashed at Evan.
[How can we be patient? G.o.d knows what"s happened to Patty. If they"ve hurt her, I swear I"ll kill every last one of them. ]
[They haven"t hurt her, John. She"s in David"s bodythey"ll be careful with it.]
Then: [John, what if she wants to STAY?]
John wouldn"t even consider that. Evan could hear mental doors slamming. [No.
Patty wouldn"t want that.] A boot sc.r.a.ped wood, a breath hushed in darkness.
Oddity turned sharply, their heavy cloak swirling. Four youths came from behind a stack of crates. Jumpers. One, with a shock of orange-red hair, held an aluminum baseball bat. Another swung a chain softly at his side. The other two had knives-switchblades. "What the h.e.l.l do you want?" Oddity growled.
"David?" Chains asked.
Oddity gave a laugh that was mostly grunt. "Dave"s not here," the harsh voice said. The bitter laugh sounded again. "So f.u.c.k off before you get hurt."
Chains looked at Red, who shrugged. "David"s been in there three, four hours,"
Chains said.
"h.e.l.l, that"s a long time, ain"t it?" Red grinned. He was missing teeth. "Almost as bad as jumping a bar of soap, huh?" He laughed.
Down in Pa.s.sive, David struggled. [I wonder if Molly sent them or if they came on their own she might like me gone forever I"ll f.u.c.king kill her if she did....
"Hey, man, can David hear me?" Red asked Oddity. He slapped the end of the bat against his open palm. ""y?
""Cause I thought I should tell him a few things. Things he"d like to know"
"So talk."
Red grinned. "Tell David there ain"t no reason to go to the Rox, man. We"re gonna take care of his body." The words sent a shock through Oddity, stunning them all. For a moment they felt nothing. "Now we came to take care of the rest, huh? Just to make sure."
With that, Red took a leaping step forward, swinging the bat like an outfielder swinging for the fences.
He hit the Oddity square in the side of the head. Oddity staggered and nearly fell. The pain was a burning lance. Oddity screamed, their throat tearing with the sound. John"s control tottered, but neither Evan nor David could take advantage. Then John"s fury took hold fully. As Red brought the bat back for the next blow and the other three closed in, Oddity forced himself up. A hand caught the bat as it began the downswing; a savage, powerful twist wrenched it from Red"s hands-Red"s wrist snapped and the kid howled.
Oddity swung now, the bat making an audible and sinister whuff through air. Only the fact that Red had crumpled to the ground saved the kid. Chains whipped his steel links in a dangerous arc; Oddity caught them and pulled, catapulting Chains into the pile of crates. The jumper didn"t move again.
The remaining two had already fled. Red, cradling his hand to his waist, was limping after them. Oddity screamed again and flung the bat after Red. It clattered into darkness.
[They"ve killed her! They"ve killed Pattty!] John shouted inside, raving.
[No!] Evan shouted back. [No! I don"t believe that. It had to be a bluff, a deception. John, please!]
A soft splash cut off any further discussion. A glowing apparition came up from the filthy water around the dock, garlanded with a bald tire, two green Hefty bags, and a used Pamper. Except for the garbage snagged around the body, it was almost pretty. The thing was a gelatinous hollow sphere eight feet in diameter, nearly transparent except for translucent bands of muscle. Ribbons of light rippled along jellyfish flesh, sparking soft green, yellow, and blue. Near the top of it were two very human eyes and a mouth. It bobbed in the slight swell.
Charon.
"Fee?" it croaked.
[Evan?] John"s rage had not abated. It had merely gone cold and dangerous.
[Must find out ... ] David seemed stunned, bewildered. Frightened.
[All right, John,] Evan told him. [We won"t know anything unless we go.]
Oddity picked up two shopping bags next to the lantern. Approaching Charon, they showed the joker that they were full of groceries and canned goods. "Fine,"
Charon said. "Put them inside."
Oddity shoved the bags into the slimy flesh between the muscle. The flesh was cold and wet; it yielded under their pressure, stretching until suddenly the skin parted and they could place the bags on the gellid "floor" of Charon.
Underneath the flattened bottom of the joker, they could see hundreds of wriggling cilia.
"You want to go to the Rox? You"re certain?" Charon asked.
"Yes."
"Then get in. " Charon paused. It snorted air from a blowhole atop the sphere and it bobbed lower in the water. "You"ve got David with you."
"How did you know that?" Oddity grunted.
"I can feel the child"s black, wretched soul. Get in." Charon would say nothing else.
Oddity stepped forward, pushing their way into Charon"s body and hating the feel of the clinging, damp flesh. They sat down inside the joker as it began to sink into the waters of the East River. On the muddy, garbage-strewn bottom, in the dim light of the creature, they could see the cilia stirring dark clouds as Charon began the long crawl.
Hidden and silent, they moved south and west into the bay toward Ellis Island and the Rox.
Movement was exhilaration. The running... Ah, the running...
The wind, the pounding in the lungs and chest, the racing heartbeat the joy was almost enough to make her forget a groggy Blackhead shouting alarm behind her and to erase the sight of the hovels of the Rox.