Leggings - the gangbangers...

 

 

The night was young when I went to bed, past nine o'clock, too tired to stay awake. Equally the day was young (3am) when I awoke when all the young virgin maidens were wailing their drees outside the back door in full regailia, all cocaine bright eyed to the back teeth, and smart to the point of extinction.

 

"It's a matter of clan, first," muttered one, picking at her teeth.

"Yeah! Doubled," said the second bitterly, smashing an apple between the fingers.

"We got a new member to tempt him with now, too, so she'll have no chance at all." said the first.

"Nor either of us," said the second staring at the splintered bits of apple.

The door opened, and the new girl came out. Tall, proffesional, large build, bright eyed, and with a warm smile. "Told you we could do it if we stayed together," she said.

"He's one of us after all."

"Yeah, only nothing will come down now," complained the second, "Not now we've woke her up. Forgot not everyone is deaf like us, didn't we...?"

"She reckons she's on the deaf side herself." said the first quickly, "Only she's a liar."

The new girl tossed her short hair, and sighed when it failed to move from it's stuck down position. "Yeah, I couldn't see it when I spoke to her."

"She's an overhearer, so they reckon," said the second slowly, "I'm not sure what that means. She hears more than most do..."

 

A low droning noise filled the dancing morning air... a quarter size plane flew down and zoomed past the girls and round the building.

"Does it take photographs?" asked the first moving quickly away.

"Help!" shrieked the second, "I haven't had my hair done!"

The third looked amused, "Are the spies up? Is it incoming from the enemy?"

 

Upstairs the two spies were doing their morning exercises in front of the open window.

"It is for you isn't it?" she hollared up.

The spy looked out, "Don't know," she trilled, "Might be yours."

Defeated by the lack of botherence and information the girls retreated to a garden bench.

"Might as well wait," one muttered, "He likes girls to wait up all night."

 

Around 5:30 am, a moterbike engine slowed to a stop, and the girls giggled through the morning credits.

"Got to wait for the others," he told them curtly. "Can't start without them!"

There was a silence.

"Did you get me all the way over here for this," snapped the new one crossly. "I could have been doing all sorts tonight. I heard some young deaf boy was in trouble. So I came over to save him from being too silly."

The other two strove to placate her.

"Its better when the others come," one said shortly.

"Yeah for gangbangs," said the second.

"What is a gangbang?" asked the new girl.

"It's better than the other stuff they do!" said the first, "And if we don't do it, then Labem has too, and she's far too old to do it properly, on the bike and all, especially when it's backwards.

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A quarter past sleep (six am) I've half asleep on the sofa, and the old car from the start with the man shouting my name is back, half a dream from streets away. Possibly time away too. Who is this creature? Why doesn't he ever get the address right when he's been told so often by the local residents? Is it a McDonalds/Leese plot? To make out that I'm running after cars as Henrietta's mum did years ago.

 

I don't move, I'm half away. Then doors slam, people move in and out, louder voices begin to shout, apparently nothing has come, perhaps it came earlier, don't know who for, didn't get any.

 

Or perhaps its the rest of the gang for the bang...?

 

I wake up, and suddenly there is moving about again, and all of them disapate quickly.

Apart from the girls who are waiting for their bridegrooms throughout the night....

Girls at the end of the world....

 

Falling.