In the heat of the moment, he forgot what he was doing. As she was ready to unzip his fly,kneeling over him sitting on the bed, he lifted her up by the arms and heaved her on the bed.

"I’ll give you this", he said, before lifting up her skirt and ripping off her drawers. A kenof what she had there was quite a sight indeed - sheared, spruced, with the scent ofsolicitude and fear that mires any girl about to get it on with a boy. Firstly, he stuck outhis tongue and flattened it, penetrating her pussy’s crack with the kind of lick you give to abig lollipop. She shuddered. Then he got his tongue pointed and reached with it for her clit.

"Oh my god, Tom, you’re, you’re..." he scoured around the labia and made quick lunges at her clit. Kim was having throes of pleasure. He’d then lick it all up with his tongue wide open, then get it pronged again and work around the corners, to the clit, back to the corners, he was no outlander to that. She began to moan louder calling for the deity above as Tom contemned at the thought that there’d be any. He’d put on some very fast rippling in the clit. And he could feel her spirits coming on. He wouldn’t stop. She pulled him by the shorthairs and clouted herself against his face in a momentum of arrant pleasure. She’d bite her lips, moan some more, ask for empyreal help yet there was only Tom there. A haze of an orgasm reached made her wane and loosen her limbs. She let go of Tom’s hair. That was more than what she could ask for. "Oh god, oh god, Tom, I’ve never..."

Fuck that. There is no god. Or God.

Tom sat by the foot of the bed and poutily lit up a Kools, mouth still besmirched, which when the cigarette was taken out of his mouth, he licked it clean. Maybe not so clean. Maybe there was an ulterior motive for Tom to be as nice as he were at that moment. Letting the smoke escape from his nostrils, he stood up and went to the drawer, picked up his pill case, got five vicodins out and at the girl strewn in his bed, he took her hand and put them there, closing her fist with his own.

"Go now", said Tom, with a disembodied tone and an equally remiss expression on his face.

"You’ve got the pills, now go".

"But Tom, didn’t we - I mean, like haven’t we", an abashed and still mortified by pleasure Kim asked with confusion. "There’s no WE", Tom hardened up his tone, "And may it remain that fuckin’ way", he concluded. She picked up her purse, still trying to get it together as Tom went to the Knob Creek bottle at a corner of the room and took a long, vicious swig. "Ahhhhh", he could feel the booze tearing down his esophagus down to his guts. She stood still by the door as she looked at Tom with offbeat eyes, the kind that pleads for some rapport. Sitting down on the floor, Tom looked up at her and shouted "What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out!". She opened and went out as a thin piece of paper slipping through the door as she closed it. She smiled, standing outside the door of room 54.

Inside the room, Tom picked up his guitar and pocket amp and started just throwing around some licks. He ciphered he had to study for the exams three days after the present moment that he was. No more booze, then. He just picked his pill case, took three valia out of it and albeit being just nine in the evening, he laid down in his bed and closed his eyes. The day was done with. Nothing else to do. And amongst the whiskey and cigarette, he could still taste her.

Bittersweet carmine. Some Johnny Thunders at the Mp3 player. The day was done with.

"That beach again", muttered Tom, "what is this place?" he wondered as he saw the palm trees waving in a synchronized dance with the soft and cool gust. It was sunny; not a single cloud in the sky.

"Help me with that fence!", Tom heard a wonted voice shouting from behind. "Anne?", he asked, looking startled that his former sweetheart was there trying to get by a barbed wire fence that now Tom noticed that was all around the perimeter. He ran to the fence, pulled the wires and there she was in.

"Annie", said Tom softly, "I missed you."

She smirked and said "Well you’re the one that left town, Tom. For that place. I can’t do nothing about it." "Well", replied Tom, "It was my parents’ decision, Annie - I didn’t mean to leave you. You’re my best gal. You’re my belldandy. I still want you so bad"

They both sat in the sand, just looking at each other. "Why are you here, Anne? And what is this place? It all seems so peaceful, so good, and here you are with me."

"I wouldn’t know", answered Anne, her light brown hair and jet black eyes staring at Tom as if he was something completely different from what she used to know. "You may know better than me, Tom.", to what Tom, a bit confused, if not wholly confused, answered: "No, Anne, I don’t know. It’s a dream - that’s something I’m sure of, but I don’t know why have you come here to visit me".

She held Tom’s face with the palms of her hands and got her face close to him and whispered: “You wanted me to, Tom”. The moment seemed immaculate. As their faces were closer and closer, they kissed gingerly. Tom could feel the strawberry chapstick taste oh so familiar to him, and a tear dribbled down his cheek. It was a dream alright. But he didn’t want it to end. They held each other tightly, and Tom couldn’t stop crying.

"KNOCK KNOCK - Tooom are you there?" he arose startled from his bed and looked at the watch: six thirty. The voice was far from being something queer. Apace, he went to the door and unlocked it, blinking about his lachrymose complexion. "Tom, did something happen?" asked Kim, her flowery scent filling up the space. Tom rubbed his hands on his face and went to the bathroom, as Kim decided to let herself in. He ladled copious amounts of water to his face, as if he’s been sleeping for days. A hand on his shoulder.

As he turned around, an unfeigned smile on Kim’s face, those big blue eyes glistening through as the sun, bedazzling him for a short moment before he grasped that he was still where he was.