Chapter 6 New Kinks
That evening Alan sat at his computer and began the process of Googling the proper nouns he read in his notebook.
"Your search - Devaryesh - did not match any documents.
No pages were found containing 'devaryesh'."
"Your search - Paishiya'uvada - did not match any documents.
No pages were found containing 'paishiya'uvada'."
Hyrcanus returned 4,180 hits, but as he clicked on the links he read that Hyrcanus was one of the Macabees, the Hasmonean kings of Israel in the second century B.C.E. Hyrcanus was also the name of one of the heirs to the empire of Alexander the Great. Neither of these references fit the timeframe of the story Alan had in front of him.
Curiously, the next search "Axa Delta" returned six hits, five of which related to a short story written by the Argentinean short story author Jorge Luis Borges, and even more interesting was that the story in question was titled "Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius." Now he was making progress: a cross-reference between the Axa Delta and the mystical object mentioned by Hyrcanus, the Orbis Tertius. Alan jotted down a note to get a copy of this story from the library.
When he searched on "Smerdis" he hit pay dirt. Devaryesh, he figured, was obviously a variation on "Darius," and when he search on it he hit the mother lode. He printed out a fairly thick stack of pages, and put them in a folder to read later.
* * *
Leila knocked on Megan's door, the sun setting behind her. Under her right arm was the brown paper bag from the sex shop. Megan unlocked the deadbolt, and they kissed, their tongues dueling feverishly. They were standing in the doorway, where their neighbors could see them, but they didn't care.
* * *
Pauline returned home at 6 o'clock from the girl's volleyball match. Truman had won in four sets, and she was eager to write up her story. She hoped the photographer she assigned had taken some good shots. The team had beaten their archrivals, coincidently enough a school in the next town over called Thomas Dewey High School. She was toying with the idea of running the famous photo of a smiling President Truman holding up the headline "Dewey Defeats Truman" in the photo spread, as a joke. She'd run the idea past Alan in school tomorrow.
Kate was in the dining room, her books and notes spread out over half the table. "Hey Kate, how are you feeling?" she asked.
"I'm fine sis. That thing on Friday was just a cold or something." Pauline noticed that Kate wasn't wearing a bra, and this was unusual. Even at home Kate was usually fully dressed. Their Aunt Linda, mom's sister, had flabby bosoms, and Kate was in the habit of keeping her breasts fully supported by a bra when not in bed. "She's been acting weird lately," Pauline thought. "First she fainted in school, and then she didn't protest when Alan came with us to the mall. I wonder what's going on with her." Pauline became even more curious when at dinner her mom mentioned that Alan was over this afternoon to help Kate with her calculus homework. Math was one of Kate's best subjects; perhaps he was showing her what she missed on Friday.
* * *
The rest of the week went by fast. Next week was spring break, and both the students and the faculty were anxious for some time off. Alan and Megan met twice that week during lunchtime, but he hadn't been over to her townhouse because of the crush of school work. Before break he had to hand in a physics lab report and a History term paper, on top of the essay Megan had assigned, and all were due on Friday.
* * *
After school let out for break on Friday the parking lot was full of kids whooping it up. They were all relieved to be free for the next nine days (a five-day school week bracketed by two weekends). Alan even spotted some of his more daring classmates smoking a joint in the far corner of the lot. He threw his backpack in the backseat and was just getting in when Kate approached. He had gone over to her house Wednesday night to inspect the new nipple ring, and fuck her in the ass.
"So Alan, staying in town for break?" she asked quietly so no one around them could hear.
"You got it, my slut. I'm just looking forward to a relaxing vacation."
"Not too relaxing, I hope," Kate quickly countered with a wicked smile. She loved it when Alan called her names, especially "slut."
"Don't worry babe, I'll find time for you. Call me tonight." He drove off. Megan had told him about all of the fun she and Leila had been having with the dildoes, and he wanted to buy one for Kate before they got together.
* * *
Saturday morning, awake at dawn, he biked around the town for a while, thirty-five miles according to his odometer, then headed over to Megan's. He hauled his bike up the three steps to her door and let himself in with his key, leaving the machine in the foyer, just inside and leaning against the wall with the right side facing in so that no one who walked by would mess themselves on the recently greased chain and gears. He heard laughter from the bedroom, and when he climbed upstairs and went in he saw Leila and Megan on the bed. "Hey girls, I'm here," he announced his presence.
"Hi Alan," they both chirped at once. He peeled off his sweaty jersey and stood before them with a wet sheen covering his body.
"I'm think I could use a shower. Either of you two care to join me?" The women giggled, and after a brief debate, during which Megan expressed her doubts that her shower could hold three people, Leila rose from the bed and joined him in the bathroom. They slipped into the shower together and Alan turned it on, adjusting the spray to the desired temperature. Leila embraced him from behind as he twisted the faucets, and soon they were both slippery from the water. She released him slightly, her hands still clasped together on his stomach, but slackened her arms to allow him to turn within her arms. As they faced each other their lips came together, and they kissed passionately. Alan's hands came to rest on her ass, and he reached down and began to massage her rosebud.
