Duane Swanstone

28 November 20XX

Bathroom

COMFORT WOMAN

Fuck, that smell, sweet Jesus. I don’t think I’ve smelled somethin’ so foul before, fucking rancid, like sulphur. One summer when I was a kid, I got a whiff of a deer left in the sun for a week, but, this, this was worse, shit. I’m so sorry Chickarrin. I’m fuckin’ beyond words.

I wipe off my face. Just goin’ in this bathroom, I felt the need to wash my hands. I didn’t wanna touch nothin’. The floor was greasy… scattered with crumbs and clumps of hair.

Don’t be a sissy. You’ve done so much worse for a piece of tail. This is nothin’. Be a man and get back to that kid—that girl. You came all over.

The mirror’s cracked. I get a quick look at my stupid face, and I look even stupider than usual. Grin an’ bear it.

I’m not wearing nothin’, and I feel even nakeder just walkin’ down the hall. I’ll stop there, though, ‘bout my body. But I’ll say, that carpet felt crunchy on bare feet. When I saw it—it was this nasty, beat-up floral fuckin’—I had reservations ‘bout walkin’ on it barefoot, but I guess I’d shed all inhibitions doin’ what I done tonight. Motherfucker, I am hysterical. Forget it. How is she?

“Chickarrin?” I shut the door very quietly.

“Rokku-san! Rokku-san!” But she don’t give a shit. She slams into me, and man, I get a big slice of her body all at once, and I also feel somethin’ slimy running down my stomach. Fuck, it’s mine, and it’s on her hands and she’s touching me with it, fuck. Please, pardon my profanity.

She sticks her mouth against my ear and whispers very lightly. “Watashi… watashi wa kitanai?”

“Iie, iie!”

“Watashi wa karada ga warui?”

“Zenzen warukunai yo! Your body isn’t bad at all!”

“Sou? Atama ga warui?”

“Iie! There ain’t fuckin’ nothin’ wrong with ya, for chrissakes!”

“Then show me,” she says. She holds me tighter and tighter, and I swear she’d make my blood stop flowin’. “Misete.”

“Hai.” She sticks her tongue in my mouth. I take my hands off the walls and put them on her. She’s warm, and I don’t mind that sticky feelin’ on my skin so much no more.

I put my hand on her back and she just falls into my arms. She really likes it when I carry her. She says my arms are “so big!” and kicks her legs and squeals. This time, she ain’t said a word, though, but I don’t mind.

I lay her on her back, and well, she just flips over on her stomach. She spreads herself wide open. I take a good, long look, until my nose starts runnin’. She’s so tiny.

We don’t say nothin’ then. I throw my hard hands on her and stuff myself inside. I press my fingers into her back. I make her scream, and I fit my hands around her throat to make her stop. I lick her neck and ear. I get a good taste, and I think I could chop her up and eat her. It’d be the sweetest thing I ever.

I don’t smell nothin’ no more but cheap hair grease, spray-tan, deodorant and her stink underneath it all. My smells—B.O., fish—aren’t worth shit compared to this. Frankly, I couldn’t stand it before, but then she asked me out, and well… chemicals, so many chemicals on a grimy, little body. I can’t tell nobody. You wouldn’t get it.

I forget everything. I have no idea how much time’s past, and we just keep goin’. I look down now and see her on her knees. She stares at me. Her face is soaking wet. Her cheeks are red, her makeup’s runnin’ everywhere, and she’s covered in spit and other stuff.

She licks her lips. She runs her tongue left to right. She blinks away the tears, opens up, and lets me in.

There ain’t no end of days.