On the sixth day of Camilla's ongoing nightmare in the Montreal aquarium, her naked body was hovering over the fouled water tank in what seemed a state of unconsciousness. The news cameras and lechers, always getting video of her endless gang-bangs from spirits, were wondering why she had been a particularly long time not waking up this time.
"She isn't dead, is she?" one man on the upper ledge asked while recording her on his cell-phone camera.
"Nah, she couldn't be dead," another man beside him answered while switching to a new cell-phone, since his previous phone had just run out of memory. "She's still spouting come out of her pussy...see?"
Indeed, a big wad of come had just spewed out at that time.
"The naked woman hovering over the water has been positively identified as Dr. Camilla Mennon-Fox, a 37-year-old professor of English literature at McGill University, and widow of Dr. Cameron Fox, a former English professor there," said a female on-the-spot reporter for CBC's
The National
. "Why this is happening to her we still don't know: what power is holding her up? Is she being gang-raped by ghosts, as certain conspiracy theorists claim, of no-longer-living members of the Green Party? Why is no one doing anything about it? Why
can't
anyone do anything? Is she going to die? Will she ever be released? These are all unanswered questions."
"How a 37-year-old woman has the body of a 25-year-old is what I'd like to know," said a forty-something woman watching from the viewing area below.
How Camilla's pitifully small number of friends plan to stop us is what I'd like to know,
thought a man in a black suit, standing next to the woman. (His mask was in his car.)
They're hopelessly outnumbered.
When she's going to wake up is what we'd like to know,
thought the spirits of Don, Agape, and Candice. All three of them, as well as Dr. Singh and his helpers in Vancouver (the ones he'd used Nigrovum on to cure them of their AIDS), were still using their psychic powers to keep the glass of the water tank from breaking, and to disintegrate as much of Camilla's come, piss, and shit in the water as they could. The masked men were keeping those disintegrations to a minimum, of course.
The spirits of Clara, Mercedes, a lesbian waitress at
Club Ritz
, and a young man Camilla had seduced were enjoying her body at the time. Mercedes' invisible pussy was in Camilla's face, and Camilla's tongue and lips were hard at work, moving automatically in spite of her mind's being elsewhere. The boy's invisible cock was between her tits, and his invisible hands were squeezing them aggressively against his cock. Clara's invisible tongue was all over Camilla's pussy, flickering against her flapping labia. The waitress's invisible tongue was digging its way inside Camilla's gaping asshole.
*************
Of course, the state of unconsciousness that Camilla was in was really just her having another vision of a memory. Fourteen years before the aquarium incident,
23-year-old Camilla was sitting on the sofa in the living room of her house in Toronto, with 4-year-old Eros on her lap. It was a Saturday afternoon in early August. She, in her black-haired, black-eyed, pale 'Goth' look, was cuddling with her son and watching the news on TV.
She was wearing heavy makeup and perfume, and a tight, white dress that was unbuttoned at the top, showing off a lot of bra-less cleavage. Eros felt the temptation to look down her dress and see her breasts, and she psychically sensed his urges, even though he'd never looked.
"Nice boys don't look down their mommies' dresses, sweetie," she told him.
"Sorry," he said.
On
The National
, there was a story about Garth Van Duyne, who'd finished his term as Toronto mayor, and was now running for Ontario premier, for the Green Party. She stared at theTV screen with no less dazed a facial expression than those people would fourteen years later in the viewing area of the Montreal aquarium, looking up at her through the glass of the water tank.
"What do you have to say to all the conspiracy theorists out there, who claim that a secretive, unscrupulous elite is secretly making not only the Green Party here in Canada, but also the Greens in countries all over the world, so surprisingly successful in recent years?" a female reporter asked Garth.
He chuckled, then said, "Oh, them? I'm not aware that many people even listen to them. I know very little about the ideas of the conspiracy theorists, and I keep up with current events all the time. I have to, as a man in public office. If I don't read much about the conspiracies, it's probably because they don't deserve to be taken seriously. To their propagators I say, 'Your ideas are fantasies. People want to know the truth instead.'"
"And what is the truth?" she asked him.
"The truth is that the Green Party is quickly growing here and everywhere else, because more and more people are waking up to the truth that we all must help our Mother Earth. The forests, the air, and the oceans are all being ravaged and poisoned for profit, and the people are getting sick of it. They know that we're the answer to this problem, for only our plan for extensive government intervention will solve the problem. This is the answer:
vote Green Party
."
Camilla heard a voice whisper
'Vote Green Party'
in her ear. She repeated those three words, in a by-now-typical monotone.
*************
That night, Camilla had left Eros with Emily to go stripping in
Club Ritz
.
An eighteen-year-old boy with blond hair and blue eyes came into the bar and looked around. He saw naked Camilla giving an older man a table dance in a corner of the bar; the young man sat at a table several tables away from where she was, but he was close enough to see all her delicious anatomy.
