Chapter Six of Diane's Penis
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the_siobhanWarren came back with not two but three coffees. The third was carried by a pale chubby girl in scuffed high-heeled boots and a short shirt with tiny threads that drifted behind her everywhere she walked. Her makeup was smudged into dark rings under her eyes and Diane could see a small bruise starting to flower on her neck.
“Warren says you gotta’ dick in your car,” the girl said to her. “I don’t believe him; I came to see for myself.”
“This is Jane,” said Warren, grinning hugely. Diane was starting to think that Warren would be happy in the middle of a forest fire. “She knows all about dicks, heh. So I asked her to come along.”
“See Dick. See Jane. See Dick and Jane,” thought Diane. She was starting to think she was losing her mind. She stood up.
“This way,” she said.
The coffee was bitter and strong and she was able to curl her fingers around the cup and warm them while Jane stared into the car. She unlocked the car door on command and watched as the other woman rested her palm flat on the side of the disembodied organ.
“It’s warm,” the girl announced. A moment later she looked up at them, her eyes wide. “It has a heartbeat,” she said. “How can it have a heartbeat?”
“I don’t’ know,” said Diane. “I just want to know how to get rid of it.” She lowered her face over the steam from her cup and wondered vaguely if it would be possible to get a coffee large enough to sit in.
“It’s gotta be worth sumpthin’,” said Warren. “It’s rare, right? Rare things are worth a lot.”
“Yeah, but you gotta know who to take it to. Not just everybody will give you money for a big dick.”
“Maybe like somebody who makes movies? There’s gotta’ be people who want a big dick for a move.
“Uh, maybe if it moved around by itself. I dunno too many people who would want a dick that just lies around and doesn’t do nothin’.”
“How ‘bout those guys who are always stickin’ pins into ‘em. There’s a lotta dick there, you could put a really big pin into it.”
“You mean those guys from the circus? The guys that are always up at the Mooncave?
“Yeah. They got a guy who eats bugs ‘n’ glass ‘n’ shit and they got somebody who picks things up with a ring on the end of his dick.”
“They’d want it! I bet they’d want it! And I know where they hang out; they practice in one of those old warehouses out by the train station. – one of the ones that ain’t been turned into condos yet.”
There was a silence that made Diane look up from her coffee to find the other two looking expectantly at her. Warren was grinning a little harder than usual, if that was possible.
“C’mon,” he said. “We’re going to the circus.”
“Warren says you gotta’ dick in your car,” the girl said to her. “I don’t believe him; I came to see for myself.”
“This is Jane,” said Warren, grinning hugely. Diane was starting to think that Warren would be happy in the middle of a forest fire. “She knows all about dicks, heh. So I asked her to come along.”
“See Dick. See Jane. See Dick and Jane,” thought Diane. She was starting to think she was losing her mind. She stood up.
“This way,” she said.
The coffee was bitter and strong and she was able to curl her fingers around the cup and warm them while Jane stared into the car. She unlocked the car door on command and watched as the other woman rested her palm flat on the side of the disembodied organ.
“It’s warm,” the girl announced. A moment later she looked up at them, her eyes wide. “It has a heartbeat,” she said. “How can it have a heartbeat?”
“I don’t’ know,” said Diane. “I just want to know how to get rid of it.” She lowered her face over the steam from her cup and wondered vaguely if it would be possible to get a coffee large enough to sit in.
“It’s gotta be worth sumpthin’,” said Warren. “It’s rare, right? Rare things are worth a lot.”
“Yeah, but you gotta know who to take it to. Not just everybody will give you money for a big dick.”
“Maybe like somebody who makes movies? There’s gotta’ be people who want a big dick for a move.
“Uh, maybe if it moved around by itself. I dunno too many people who would want a dick that just lies around and doesn’t do nothin’.”
“How ‘bout those guys who are always stickin’ pins into ‘em. There’s a lotta dick there, you could put a really big pin into it.”
“You mean those guys from the circus? The guys that are always up at the Mooncave?
“Yeah. They got a guy who eats bugs ‘n’ glass ‘n’ shit and they got somebody who picks things up with a ring on the end of his dick.”
“They’d want it! I bet they’d want it! And I know where they hang out; they practice in one of those old warehouses out by the train station. – one of the ones that ain’t been turned into condos yet.”
There was a silence that made Diane look up from her coffee to find the other two looking expectantly at her. Warren was grinning a little harder than usual, if that was possible.
“C’mon,” he said. “We’re going to the circus.”
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Date: 2007-11-04 08:50 am (UTC)It was very easy to see why the fabric was marked down.
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