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AMY IN ACTION FRIDAY, DECEMBER 12TH
Simon lies in bed, staring out the window
at the moon, listening to the heavy rain
falling outside. Amy lies in his arms, her
deep, slow breathing telling him it's a peaceful
sleep. Simon is never at peace; the nowledge
that gives him power over others also makes
him something of an insomniac. The wheels are
always turning, as they say, and lately he's been
up at night thinking about his situation.
He's a man who has everything; money, fame,
power, and beautiful women and men beating on
the door desperately hoping for admittance
to his secret universe.
Still, all is not well. His attempt to
bring a little "street credibility" to
Dadahouse led to the introduction of Billy,
the rather uncouth young man whose main
abilities seem to be running up long-distance
telephone calls and missing the toilet.
The women, the fantasy, the art... well, he's
grown restless, looking for
excitement.
As if to finish the thought, Simon's window
shatters with a loud crash, A large rock
landing on the floor. Amy wakes with a start
but before she can say anything Simon gently
"shhsh"'s her.
In through the indow comes Barbara, still in
the leathe
miniskirt and black bra outfit he'd last seen her in a week earlier -
when she'd disappeared into the photograph they'd
premiered at a Soho gallery.
Covered in mud, her hair matted to her face,
the lady looks
unhappy. She straightens up.
"Simon, we've got to talk. I received a
message from the other side."
"Now, Barbara, I know you're upset..."
"Upset!?! I-"
"Geez, Barbara," Amy interjects, "you're
a mess."
Barbara takes a look at herself. While she
has pressing
matters to attend to with Simon, it's always been important toher to
look good. She bursts out crying, an nleashing of
the nervous energy she's been living off the
last few days.
"Amy," Simon says, "run Barbara a
bath."
Barbara sits in the milky, soothing suds of
the warm bubble
bath Amy's run for her. Amy kneels next to the
tub, caressing
Barbara's back and shoulders with a large
sponge.
"I was in this alternate universe with big
threatening
hobby-horses who told me what we're doing
here is
dangerous!"
Amy smiles and gives Barbara a little kiss
on her shoulder
blade.
"I know - we've had poetry-spouting ghosts and
self-creating paintings popping up here, too. It's like a theme park!"
Amy has a knack of making everything sound like good news. "So just
relax tonight, Barbara," Amy whispers, "and worry tomorrow about your
big horsies."
Amy has learned from Bella that actions speak
louder than words, so she leans in and starts kissing Barbara's neck and
ear, while leading the sponge around to Barbara's breasts. Barbara's
flesh is receptive to her gentle touch, and they beginto kiss wildly.
Amy climbs into the tub, crouching over
Barbara, but before
she can settle in Barbara buries her face
between Amy's
thighs, wildly working her tongue, her nimble
hands directing
Amy's hips in whatever direction promises
supreme sensation.
Amy shudders and moans, then pulls Barbara up
by her hair
so that they're standing face to face. Amy
kisses her tenderly,
her hands now grasping Barbara's
buttocks.
Barbara's chin collapses to Amy's shoulder,
her body straining towards Amy, begging
without words for Amy to take hold and do as she pleases.
Simon watches from his private control room.
It is rare that Amy's art doesn't leave him exhausted and feeling
privileged to
witness, and this is no exception. Barbara, whose need to dominate and
need for distance is equaled only by his own, has just submitted fully
for the first time in her life. And, as Simon expected, it has been to
Amy, the one woman who also brings him to his
knees. He laughs to himself, thinking that
Amy's good-natured resilience and what-the-hey attitude
will be the ultimate destruction of
them all.
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