The mime finished mixing his margarita on
his blender, poured it into a long glass (he felt he needed a stiffer drink
than a 'proper' margarita glass would allow) and sat back on his lounge. He sat
back and took a sip. It was delightful, but he still could not relax. He tried
to process what had happened the day before. So this guy had been going after
Nicholas since he disappeared with a whole heap of money a year or so back, and
had been trailing him as the only official 'face' he had put on. But how did he
know it was him with his prosthetics? And if they did know, why didn't they
come after him sooner? Were they waiting for him to be vulnerable? If he had
been trailing him, did that mean that he saw him blow up the mime academy? He
took another long drink of his margarita, this time forcing himself to separate
the flavours of apple, peach and mango that he had masterfully blended in. It
really was an incredible margarita, possibly the best he had ever mixed. He
believed in inspiration so obviously his subconscious decided he needed the
inspiration of a truly great drink to get over his traumatic episode. He put
the glass down next to his lounge and tried to relax again. This time he felt
the tension in his neck slowly subside. At least, slightly. He suddenly felt
quite exhausted, he had barely slept at all the night before. He was constantly
worried he could hear scratchings on his building, like someone was trying to
scale the face of the building. Or like someone already had and was trying to
get better purchase on the wall. He felt his eyelids start to droop and began
to fight the oncoming sleep. He then decided he needed the rest, most likely.
He cast a glance towards the door to make sure his newly bought and installed
extra deadlock was still there, though the guy hadn't exactly broken in and
then closed his eyes. Immediately he found his surroundings changed to be
inside of a giant wooden box. He felt the rough wood in front of him and
immediately got a splinter. He sucked his finger and noticed that his hand was
really small. Actually so was his mouth. He looked down and saw a small boy's
body. His body. He also noticed that water was coming into the box at a rapid
rate. He started launching himself at the wall in front of him. It wouldn't
budge. He tried the same with the other four walls, then tried jumping up to
hit the ceiling of the box. He couldn't quite reach. He started battering the
wall in front of him and yelling. "Can anyone hear me? I'm stuck in here.
Please let me out!" There was no answer. He noticed blood start to appear
on the wood in front of him. He felt like he was about to cry. Why did they
even have these tests? Something sparked in the back of his memory. A loose
plank? He began tearing at the planks, at the spaces in between them. Even with
his small fingers they barely fit in the spaces. After a few minutes he was
worried that he would rip his fingernails off. Thought that would be better
than drowning in this horrible wooden box. The water was now waist height. He
couldn't kick at the planks even if he wanted to now, he wished he had thought
of that before. Although, with all the good banging at the wood with his fists
did, he doubted his feet could've done much better. The loose plank idea popped
into his head again. No that didn't work, he tried to will it away but it
stuck. Loose plank? Split plank? Faulty plank? Rotting plank? He scanned the
planks around him; they didn't look the best possible quality of wood but they
all definitely looked solid. The water was nearly at his chest now, he could
feel himself begin to shiver. Trick plank! That was it! There was a trick
plank. What did the signor say the best way to find a trick was in his classes?
He closed his eyes to concentrate and felt the water hit bottom of his chin.
"feel it out" he would say. That's it! He would feel it out.
He stuck his hands out in front of him and
began methodically placing his palms flat against the boards, two at a time. He
completed the planks on the front and turned to the left. He had to keep making
little hops at this point to be able to get any breaths, he knew before long he
would have to take one large breath and hold it in because that would be his
only option. He tried to go a bit quicker but kept the methodical nature of his
testing. He could see the blood from his torn palms floating through the water
like a spectral mist. He leapt up and took a large breath, he knew he wouldn't
be able to leap high enough after this. The water came up just above his eye
level now, then it was over his head. Maybe it was time to give up, he thought
to himself, he had already lost his parents, the last three years hadn't been
much of a life, what was the point in... and then his hand went seemingly
straight out and into the water. He pushed the plank next to it and it did the
same. He curled himself up into half a ball and rolled himself sideways into
the two planks.
He felt them give way against his weight
and push slowly out against the water, which felt like a semi-hard wall of set
jelly. He felt his elbows scrape against the edges of the planks on either side
and then his legs but he forced himself to keep going. Finally, after what felt
like the amount of time it took to run down to the end of the street when the
ice cream van was there waiting with its music on but you knew it couldn't last
forever and the last kid was giving his order for whatever ice cream he wanted
that definitely wasn't as good as the ice cream you had in mind and your chest
was hurting as you ran but you knew you had to go there before the music sped
up and the wheels started turning and it disappeared around the corner, he
emerged out into the ocean. Of course, he emerged upside down but he quickly
righted himself and began the swim up back to the surface. He had dropped
further than he expected but he managed to break the surface of the water
before he needed to breathe water. He treaded water and took several deep gasps
of air. He had made it. He had found the trick. He still couldn't quite shake
the feeling of the box still being around him, but all he could see behind him
was ocean. Ahead of him he saw the pier bridge and the shore. He began to
peddle towards it, feeling like something within him had fundamentally changed.
--
Menelaus woke up before Tina did. She was
still asleep on his chest, softly snoring. He breathed in the smell of her
hair, it still smelled like flowers. He used the arm he wasn't sleeping on to
lift up the sheet a little so he could see her naked body curled up next to
his. He wasn't sure if this would ever happen again or if it was just the
trauma of the moment, so he wanted to make sure he had a clear memory. He felt
slightly guilty about it but at the same time she was astonishingly hot and
he'd probably regret not doing it. It was weird waking up like this without
being hungover if he was being honest with himself. It wasn't that he had one
night stands all the time, quite the contrary, his nerves normally didn't let
him come on too strong with women but sometimes when he was drunk other girls
would come up and pick him up. Sometimes he would stay the night, sometimes he
would sneak out when she was asleep, one time he was kicked out the next
morning by the girl who explained she needed to go to work. One time the girl
told him right after their coitus that he needed to shift rooms to the guest
room because she had housemates and she didn't want them to get the wrong idea.
He felt Tina shift slightly and heard her breathing become a bit less shallow.
He quickly let the sheet drop, that would have to do for burning into his
memory for now. He focused on remembering her nice peach of a butt and her
beautifully shaped full breasts. He sighed involuntarily and heard Tina make a
little "Hmmpf" noise next to him. She rolled to the side and
stretched out her arms above her and the sheet slid down over her breasts.
Menelaus tried not to stare directly at them but he couldn't help at least
looking sidelong at them and trying to get all the details perfectly stored
into memory. This was the perfect position for them as well, while her back was
arched, they looked like a goddess's breasts on a sculpture, pure perfection.
Tina yawned and snapped herself back to her normal position then looked
sidelong at Menelaus and smiled. "gooood morning" she said and lay on
her side next to him. He noticed she wasn't bothering to cover herself up.
"So how are you felling today, Meney?"
"Pretty good, actually" he said
"How do you feel? Relaxed."
"Extremely" she said and
rolled the 'r' as if she was purring. "Do you regret last night?"
Menelaus jumped so he was sitting upright,
"Not at all! Do you?"
She laughed "calm down! Not. At all.
In fact, I think it was amazing. I barely believe it thinking back on it. I
just need to go to the bathroom but I think we should have a repeat performance.
I mean, you did promise me one."
"You're right about that"
Menelaus said, "I'll think about it."
"well good." said tina and slipped out
of bed. She was still naked. She walked with a slight sexy sway out the door,
turning and winking at Menelaus as she did.
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