The First Councel

“Don’t worry,” she says with a sweet laugh. “I don’t mind starting over.” Once again, she leans forward and slips me her tongue. My fingers run through her hair; her kisses grow more forceful. Eventually, we find each other’s flow. From there, it takes me a few minutes of kissing to nerve myself back into exploratory mode, but I eventually smooth my hands along the back of her shirt and feel around for her bra. She’s not wearing one. Lost in her kiss, I feel time disappear. It could be fifteen minutes or fifty-but we’re starting to burn.

Still on top of me, she pushes me back and slides her hands under my shirt. Unlike her, I don’t fight it-I just lie back on my elbows and close my eyes. Her close-cropped nails bite their way up the sides of my chest and behind my shoulders. Where she straddles my legs, I feel her heat up against me. It’s a slow rhythm at first, a nearly invisible grind. Slowly, she picks up the pace. In an instant, however, it’s all torn away.

Feeling light-headed, I’m hit with a sudden onset of nausea. I try to stop myself from coughing and dry heaving, but the whole world is suddenly blinking on and off. As I look up, everything starts sliding to the right. Across the yellow sky, I see one plane become four. The Washington Monument becomes the neck of a swan. “What’s happening?” I ask, though I hear no sound. It’s all static.

Struggling to stay conscious, I stand up and stagger to the edge of the roof. It’s not that high anymore. Just a small step down. I go to take it, but something pulls me back. Back against the chimney. It hurts, but it doesn’t. Sinking down in my seat, I’m having a hard time keeping my head up. My neck keeps sagging, like it’s stuffed with grape jelly. In the back of my throat, I still feel the tickle of the swallowed gum. How long ago was that? Twenty minutes? Thirty? The static’s getting louder. Unable to hold my head up, I let it crash back against the chimney. I look over at Nora, but all she’s doing is laughing. Her mouth’s wide open and she’s laughing. Laughing. A mouthful of teeth. And fangs.

“Son of a bitch,” I mumble as the world goes black. She drugged me.

CHAPTER 19

Michael, are you okay?” Nora asks as I pry open my eyes. “Can you hear me?” When I don’t answer, she repeats the original question. “You okay? You feeling okay?” Each time she says it, it sounds less like a question and more like an order.

Blinking my way back to consciousness, I’m trying to figure out how I got tucked into this bed. I pull the cold washcloth from my forehead and take a quick look around. The antique armoire and the built-in bookshelves tell me I’m not in a hospital. The Princeton diploma on the far wall tells me the rest. Nora’s room.

“How’re you doing?” she asks, her voice racing with concern.

“Shitty,” I reply as I sit up in bed. “What the hell happened?” Before she can answer, a wave of vertigo sweeps up from the base of my skull. Reeling from the sudden onslaught, I close my eyes and grit my teeth. My vision goes gray, then comes back again.

“Michael, are you-”

“I’m fine,” I insist as I feel it pass. Slowly, my fists tighten. “What the hell did you put in my mouth?”

“I’m so sorry… ”

“Just tell me, Nora.”

“I shouldn’t have done that to you-”

“Stop fuckin’ apologizing. I felt the paper in the gum!”

Surprised by the outburst, she slinks backwards, moving farther toward the foot of the bed. “I swear, it wasn’t supposed to make you pass out,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never meant for that to happen.”

“Just tell me what it was.”

Staring down at the stark white blanket, she doesn’t answer. She can barely face me.

“Dammit, Nora, tell me what it-”

“Acid,” she finally whispers. “Just a single tab of acid.”

“Just a… Are you completely out of your head? Do you even realize what you just did?”

“Please don’t be mad, Michael-I didn’t mean to-”

“You put it in my mouth, Nora! It didn’t just get there by itself!”

“I know-and I’m so sorry I did that to you. I shouldn’t have violated our trust like that… especially after today… I just thought… ” Her voice trails off.

“You just thought what? I want to hear the twisted logic behind this one.”

“I don’t know… I figured… y’know, outside-while we fooled around-I thought it’d be fun.”

“Fun? That’s your idea of fun? Drugging me against my will?”

“Believe me, Michael, if you hadn’t gotten sick, you would’ve thanked me for it. It’s not like normal sex-it’s a life-changing event.”

“Damn right it’s life-changing-I step off the roof, I die! I could’ve been killed!”

“But you weren’t. When you got near the edge, I pulled you back. And when you got sick, I had Countersniper bring you down here. All I wanted was to keep you safe.”

“Safe!? Nora, what happens if I get called for a drug test? Did you even spend a second thinking about that!? They still randomly test the staff! What do I do then?”

Her eyes narrow. “Is that what it’s always about? How it’s gonna affect your job?”