Dweller - Jeff Strand [42]
So he sat alone in his bedroom. He’d test it out. See what happened. Maybe it would kill some brain cells that he wanted dead, and banish Larry and Nick from his mind forever.
He inhaled deeply.
He didn’t really remember most of the experience, but he found himself on the floor, loudly sobbing and tearing at his hair.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
1974. Age 29.
“It’s not her best picture,” Toby admitted. “We’ve got other ones that you aren’t allowed to see.”
Owen looked at the photo of Melissa. His talon was poking through the corner, but Toby didn’t say anything about it.
“Pretty nice, huh?”
Owen gave him a thumbs-up.
“You probably can’t even judge. But we’re still together, which is pretty amazing, don’t you think? We’re not having as much sex, but there’s still plenty, I mean, I have no complaints.”
Toby didn’t think that Owen understood the concept of sex, even in an animalistic mating sense, but he knew that Owen understood that he was in love. Owen seemed very happy for him.
“You’ll get to meet her soon,” Toby promised.
“So when do I get to meet Owen?” Melissa asked, gently stroking him.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you spend enough time with him that it’s time for me to meet him. I’m starting to think that you have another girl on the side.” She winked, then took him into her mouth, ending her part of the conversation.
“You will someday. I keep telling him that I’m going to bring you over.”
He’d told Melissa that his best friend Owen lived in a small cabin in the woods, and that he was horribly disfigured. His older brother had splashed a pot of boiling water on his face when they were kids. Owen was entirely homeschooled, had no friends, and never went out.
“It’s great that you’re so nice to him,” Melissa had said.
“He’s nice to me, too. We don’t feel sorry for each other. I like hanging out with him.”
“How bad is his face?”
“It’s awful. You wouldn’t even know he was human.”
“Wow. That’s really tragic. Nobody should have to live like that, no matter how they look.”
Toby brushed her hair out of her face as he felt his orgasm approach. He did this every time. It somehow seemed more romantic than saying, “Just thought I should let you know that I’m about to come in your mouth.”
As always, she pulled away and finished him off with her hand. They’d cuddle and talk for a while, and then when he was ready they’d move on to intercourse. They were in something of a rut, he had to admit, but as far as ruts went it was a pretty enjoyable one.
“So tell him I want to meet him.”
“I have.”
“Tell him again.”
“I will.”
“He’s probably in desperate need of some action. Maybe I’ll let you guys double up on me.”
Toby gaped at her, horrified. The visual image this brought to mind was immensely distasteful, even in a brain that was filled with unpleasant images.
“I was joking!” she said. “Wow, Mr. Serious, I think you need to lighten up. You’re the only stud for me. But while we’re on the subject, Tina said that you’re massively hot and asked if I’d share you with her sometime.”
“Really?”
“No. That’s two threesome jokes you’ve fallen for in about ten seconds. You make this way too easy, Toby.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“This is her sweater,” Toby said, handing the garment to Owen, who let the red sweater dangle from his talon, apparently unsure what to do with it.
“Smell it.” Toby took the arm of the sweater and pressed it to his own nose to demonstrate. “Take a big whiff. You’re going to meet her and I want you to know her scent.”
Owen pressed the sweater against his face and inhaled.
“Nice, huh? She always smells great. Remember that Melissa is a friend. Friend. Not food. Don’t show her your teeth. If the two of you get along, maybe you can have somebody else to spend time with. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
Yes.
Toby took out his Polaroid camera. “Say cheese. Don’t smile.”
Toby figured that, considering the delicate nature of the situation, he couldn’t just lead Melissa out to the