7.6 Science

The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner regained consciousness to find Alex From Mars leaning over him with a measuring tape.

“What are you doing.” He asked in a whisper.

“I think it might pay to be scientific about this.” Alex From Mars replied.

“What do you mean?” A confused Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner asked. “And what happened?”

“Oh. I am sorry.” Alex From Mars said and sat down beside him on the bed. “You passed out as you came. I suspect the blood supply to your head was a little restricted at that particular moment.”

“I see.” Said The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner not seeing at all. “So why the tape measure?”

“Well.” Alex began frowning. “You have been out for about an hour…”

“Yes?”

“And in that time, I can’t say for sure, but…”

“Yes?”

“I am sure you are bigger now than you were before.” She shrugged.

“You don’t mean…” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner said looking down at the surprisingly large penis.

“Oh no no no.” Alex From Mars assured him. “I mean all of you. You look taller than before. I am sure you have grown”

“Grown!” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner said jumping up with his mind once more fully onboard. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Alex From Mars said. “I am almost totally sure.”

“Almost?” He said, “Totally?” His shoulders dropped. ”Are you sure?”

“Well.” Alex Frowned. “I think so.”

“How much?” He said looking himself over.

“I don’t know exactly.” Alex said. “Which is why I was measuring you.”

“Measuring me?”

“So that we can be sure.”

“Sure?”

“Exactly. So that next time we can be sure.”

“Next time?”

“Yes. Next time. It pays to be scientific about these things.”

“Scientific?” He said still not understanding.

“Yes scientific.” Alex explained. “So that next time we know exactly how much you have grown.”

“Next time.” He said. “Scientific.”

“That’s it exactly.” Alex From Mars said in encouragement. Now are you recovered enough?”

“Enough for what?” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner asked wondering what she was on about.

“For this.” Alex From Mars said. She pushed him gently back into a pillow, took the surprisingly large penis between her lips and dedicated her formidable tongue to science.

7.5 Back In Room 9762

Back in room 9762 The Wolf was growling his displeasure at the sudden arrival of The Man Who Fell Through Floors.

“Damn it McCarthy, we need to talk business.” He hissed. “Get rid of him.”

“Ok ok, keep calm Wolf, I’ll see what I can do.” Black said and went to persuade The Man Who Fell Through Floors to leave. “Listen Floors…” He began, “This is really not a good time.”

“Is there someone in the shower?” The Man Who Fell Through Floors interrupted.

“Yes.” Black admitted with a furrowed brow. “There is someone in the shower, but…”

“You old dog!” The Man Who Fell Through Floors said. “Not that one legged dancer again?”

“No.” Black said. “Not the one legged dancer again.”

“Not the one legged dancer?” The Man Who Fell Through Floors went on enjoying the sport. “So who did you get lucky with?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it lucky.” Black said.

“Hey!” The Man Who Fell Through Floors said with a sudden extra layer of curiosity clear in his voice. “Its not…”

“No its not.” Black said.

“You don’t know who I was going to say!”

“That maybe. But its not her.”

“How do you know?”

“Believe me its not her.”

“So who was I going to say?” The Man Who Fell Through Floors said.

“Floors, buddy.” Black said. “This really isn’t a good time for me.” The Wolf growled a guttural humph of agreement.

“I was going to say the $10,000 Vagina.” The Man Who Fell Through Floors said.

“The $10,000 Vagina?” Black asked interested.

“The $10,000 Vagina.” The Man Who Fell Through Floors said again.

“Who is she?” Black asked. The Wolf threw his hands up in a gesture of disbelief and threw himself into a chair in a dimly lit shadowed corner of Black’s room.

“Don’t mind me.” He said. “You two carry on discussing pussy. I can wait. Really.”

Taking him at his word The Man Who Fell Through Floors started to tell Black McCarthy about the $10,000 Vagina but at that moment the sound of the shower stopped. He looked at Black.

“So go on – who is she?” He said.

“Shh.” Black replied. “Quick. Hide in the shadows with The Wolf.”

Floors stepped off the bed and stood behind the Wolf where he was barely visible. Black slipped out of bed and leant against the frame of the bathroom door, which was just open enough to send a long shard of light into the room.

“How are you doing in there?” He asked without looking in.

“Don’t come in!” Came an urgent reply.

“I wasn’t going to come in.” Black said. “Can I get you anything?”

“Don’t come in!” Joylin said again not trusting Black to do as she asked.

“Don’t worry. I am staying right here.” Black said to reassure her. “Although I am a little curious.”

“Curious?”

“Curious.”

“What about?” Joylin said.

“Curious about you being in my bathroom.”

“Don’t come in!” She said again in case he had forgotten.

“I wasn’t going to come in.” Black said. “I am going to wait just here, but I am still curious.”

“Why are you so curious?”

“I am curious because you appear to be in my bathroom but your clothes appear to be out here…” He paused.

“Yes?”

“ And I am wondering how you plan to become reacquainted with your clothes without coming out of the bathroom.” He looked over to where the Wolf and The Man Who Fell Through Floors were hiding and raised his eyebrows with a smile enjoying the sport.
“you could pass them in to me?” Joylin said.

“I could…” He paused again.

“But you’re not going to?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Put yourself in my position.” Black said. “You have a fantastically beautiful, desirable yet feisty woman in you bathroom. You presume naked due to her clothes being out here on a chair. What would you do?”

“I would behave like a gentleman and pass the girl her clothes.”

“But Joylin, you are assuming that I am a gentleman…” Black said.

“Mister McCarthy.” Joylin said in a familiar tone. “Little though I know you, I know enough not to make that mistake. But I thought I should at least give you the opportunity to prove me wrong.”

“Oh Joylin I am wounded.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” She said mocking him. “So what will it take?”

“What will it take?”

“Yes. What will it take?”

“For me to hand you in your clothes?” Black said.

“To hand me in my clothes.”

“Hmm.” Black thought about it. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” She said mocking him.

“Well I…” Black began.

“And you claim that everyone has a price!”

“I do indeed Joylin.” Black said “A price and a vice. In this instance the former is front of mind although the latter is not far behind.”

“Really.” She said as if uninterested.

“Really.” Black continued. “You would like your clothes back would you not?”

“I would.”

“And you are currently naked?”

“I am.”

“And Interfold Hotel towels are remarkably small…”

“They are.” She agreed.

“So to get your clothes you would need to come out here more or less naked and get them?”

“Yes McCarthy…”

“Or else… He said interrupting. “I could bring them in to you.”

“Don’t come in!”

“Or as a third option we could come to some agreement that would persuade me to hand them in to you.”

“Some agreement?”

“Some… agreement.” He said again.

“McCarthy.” Joylin said. “Can we get to whatever it is you are building up to.”

“Building up to?”

“Yes McCarthy, get to the point if you have one.”

“Ok.” He said. “Here is the deal. Being a reasonable man I am prepared to let you have your clothes back.”

“You are?” Joylin said surprised and suspicious.

“I am.”

“So what’s the catch?”

“The catch?” Black said.

“The catch.” Joylin confirmed.

“I am prepared to pass your clothes in to you if you come out here and get them.”

“What?” Joylin said incredulous.

“I am prepared to pass your clothes in to you if you come out here and get them.”

“Maybe I am being a little slow this morning but what exactly is in that for me?”

“To put it simply Joylin.” Black said with a note of victory in his voice and a wry look in the direction of The Wolf and The Man Who Fell Through Floors. “You will have to come out, to find out.”

7.4 The Assassin

Several hours earlier and many years later somewhere between South West England and Cambodia The Bag Lady Who Was Thrown Away awoke in the Interfold ER to find herself sharing a room with The Girl Who Could Not Die. Refreshed by a good sleep and the thorough cleansing administered by a diligent Nurse With A Curse she found herself looking at the new day and her roommate with a clarity of vision and mind which she had not experienced for quite some time.

She also found that for the first time in many months that she could recall the reason for her being in Interfold.

She groaned at the memory. Grimaced as she realised that she had wasted so much time. She had an assignment. She had to carry it out. She had to make up for the lost months, find the man she had been sent to seek and, she assumed although her mind remained a little vague on this point, kill him.

“Je suis une assassine.” She said softly to herself remembering both her vocation and country of origin. She narrowed her eyes, hardened her resolve and got up out of the bed. Having wasted so much time she needed to move quickly. The combination of hospitalisation and relocation held the potential for disaster and she could not let her true identity be discovered. She needed to get out of the ER and cover her tracks.

The Bag Lady Assassin crossed the room and standing beside the bed of The Girl Who Could Not Die she contemplated the sleeping girl’s medical chart for a moment.
Deciding on her plan she switched the medical chart of The Girl Who Could Not Die with her own. Tiptoeing from the room she left only the pair of red shoes she had worn when disguised as The Bag Lady Who Was Thrown Away, and which The Nurse With The Curse had carefully placed under her bed, as a memento of her stay.

Once outside in a corridor The Bag Lady Assassin realised she remained clothed in nothing more than a surgical gown. This she suspected would be regarded as odd by anyone she happened to encounter, but in the absence of clothing there was little she could do about it and so continued on her way out of the ER.

Clinging to the shadows The Bag Lady Assassin made her way along a series of dark and silent corridors and stairwells until she was a long way from the ER. Turning into one particularly well-lit corridor she was alarmed to hear giggling voices and running feet advancing towards her. She ducked back into the shadows and waited for them to pass.

By good fortune the running feet belonged to “The Feet of Dawn” Interfold’s internationally unknown running team. They tore past The French assassin wearing nothing more than running shoes on their feet and Interfold ID pass cards on chains around their necks.

The Bag Lady Assassin may have squandered a month or two blitzed out of her face from time to time but she was a girl who knew good luck when it ran past her naked in the morning. As the last girl passed she slipped off the hospital gown, slipped in behind her and jogged along a pace behind using their cover to carry her away into the depths of Interfold. In her haste to run along with a convenient cover story failing to notice that with her long dark hair she was the only member of the team who was not blonde in every respect.

7.3 Stairs

Having left the room of Alex From Mars shortly after dawn, The Dwarf With The Horse was trying to find a way out of Interfold. He was keen to resume their northerly migration and was unaware that Interfold had twice relocated since he and Pedro had left the Red Light Basement the previous evening, or some years later as it now was.

“So go on.” Pedro said with a grin to the little man walking by his side.

“Go on what?” The Dwarf replied frowning. Every corridor looked the same to him and he had no idea how to get back to ground level without taking the stairs.

“Admit it.” Pedro said.

“Admit what?”

“Admit that I was on fine form.”

“When?”

“What do you mean when?”

“I mean what I mean.” The Dwarf said. “What are you on about?”

“What am I on about!”

“Yeah, what are you on about?”

“What am I on about?” Pedro shook his long black tail to emphasise his incredulity.

“What we need is an elevator.” The Dwarf mused.

“Oh that’s right. Change the subject. Typical.”

“Yep. An elevator.” The Dwarf had no intention of repeating the Grand Hyatt incident.

“I am not going down the stairs.” Pedro said.

“I am not asking you too.”

“Not after the last time.”

“I am not asking you too.”

“It was humiliating. No stallion of my calibre should have to put up with that once, never mind twice.”

“I am not asking you too.” The Dwarf said again.

“I can never show my face in that resort again.” Pedro shivered at the memory.

“Well, strictly speaking you shouldn’t really have shown your face there in the first place.” The Dwarf chuckled.

“Are you laughing!” Pedro rolled his eyes in exasperation. “That’s it laugh at my misfortune.”

“I wasn’t laughing at you I was remembering that little blonde.”

“At the Grand Hyatt?”

“Yeah, at the Grand Hyatt.” The Dwarf said. Pedro thought for a moment.

“Man, she was HOT!” he said.

“She was a little alright.” The Dwarf agreed.

“She was on fire.” Pedro said.

“She certainly was.” The Dwarf chuckled again. “Remember how she kept squealing Ride me Pedro, ride me?”

“And she got what she asked for alright.” Pedro grinned, “A little bit of that Old Spanish magic.”

“Pity about the stairs though.” The Dwarf shook his head at the memory.

“I am not going down the stairs again buddy.” Pedro said stopping and looking The Dwarf squarely in the eyes to make sure he knew he was serious.

“I am not asking you too.” The Dwarf said again.

“You had better find the damn elevator.”

“That’s what I’m doing Pedro. Cut me some slack here.” The Dwarf shook his head.

“Ok, ok keep cool.” Pedro said and flicked his tail. They continued walking down the corridor as it curved away in from of them. Neither of them spoke as they scanned the walls in search of an elevator. Ominously only a sign for the stairs was in evidence. Pedro ignored it and said. “You have to admit it though.”

“Admit what?” The Dwarf said shaking his head at the road ahead.

“Admit that I was on fine form.” Pedro said.

“When?” The Dwarf said a sly smile on his lips.

7.2 Pain Aux Raisin

The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner woke in Alex’s bed. He had slept very well indeed and felt refreshed. The Dwarf with the Horse and Pedro were nowhere to be seen. He lay on a plush white linen pillow and yawned.

Alex From Mars walked out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her breasts rubbing her long dark hair with another.

“Hi there little man.” She said smiling at him. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“OK I think.” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner replied. He felt a little timid.

“Good.” Alex said with a warm expression. She was fascinated by the little man she had found floating in her drink and wanted him to feel at ease. “Would you like some breakfast? I ordered some coffee and pastries.”

“Fantastic!” He replied leaping to his feet with enthusiasm. The surprisingly large penis flipped up to thud against his stomach and he realised he was still unclothed. He sat down again.

“Hey don’t worry about that.” Alex reassured him. “You must have seen every inch of me last night.” She rolled her eyes.

Alex From Mars brought a tray over and placed it in the middle of the bed. On it sat a large plate of pain au chocolat, pain au raisin and croissants, and a pot of steaming coffee.

Alex hitched up her all together too small Interfold towel to allow her to sit down on the bed. Shuffled around trying to get comfortable. The towel fell open a little revealing her left breast.

“ What the hell.” She said throwing the ridiculous towel on the floor and sitting cross-legged on the bed with the tray positioned between them. “Might as well just be comfortable. What would you like?”

“Pain au raisin and coffee would be absolute heaven.” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner said shuffling down the bed a little to sit opposite Alex. She broke a pastry into appropriate sized pieces and placed them on a plate before him. Poured some coffee into a cup.

“Sorry.” She said placing the large cup before him. “They weren’t very helpful when I asked for a smaller cup.”

“Don’t worry.” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner said. “I will just have to take care not to fall in.” He stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth and chewed. It was magnificent.

“So.” Alex asked buttering a piece of croissant. “How did you come to be floating in a gin and tonic in the Red Light Basement?” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner looked up at her.

“I’m not sure I know.” He said.

“So tell me what you do know.” Alex said.

“The short version is that one day I shrank in the night. Woke the next day and found I was still shrinking. Some time later I was trapped in an industrial grade Vacuum Cleaner until that bag lady found me and tried to eat me. One minute I was fighting for my life in her frankly fowl and festering mouth, the next I was flying through the air and landed in your gin. I don’t remember another thing until I woke in your bag here last night.”

“And who were you before you shrank?”

“Unhappy mostly.” He said

“Unhappy?”

“Absolutely despairingly miserable.”

“But you were here in Interfold?”

“For a little more than five years”

“Oh.” Alex said and sipped her coffee. She wanted to ask where he had come from but her knowledge of Earth geography had a habit of causing her embarrassment. She placed her cup back on the tray and split some coffee. Slipped off the bed to get a napkin to mop it up with.

"So where are you from?” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner asked.

“Mars.” Alex replied

“Of course you are.” The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner said. “And I am from Venus.”

“Not with a penis like that.” She said regarding his surprisingly large penis.

“You mean…”

“Absolutely.” Alex said waggling a little finger at him.

“As small as that?”

“Complete Justins.” She said.

“So, you really are from Mars?”

“Yes I am.”

“Wow.” He was amazed. It was clear from her manner that she was telling the truth.

“Mars eh?”

“Yep Mars, Red Planet, Number four from the sun.” Alex stood at the end of the bed with her legs slightly apart; her black and white striped delta pointing to the floor, hands on her hips. She was naked and breathtaking. The Man Who Lived in a Vacuum Cleaner was rendered faint by her beauty.

“Alex…” The Man started to say blinking hard as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

“ Are you OK?”

“It’s just…” He started again. “That the problem with you being naked and … this…” He gestured to the surprisingly large and painfully erect penis “… being so large is that the demand of blood down there is making me making me rather dizzy up here.” He tapped the side of his head.

“I’m so sorry.” Alex said crawling onto the bed “Where are my manners.” She pushed him gently back down onto the bed. Pushed the breakfast tray aside and taking the surprisingly large penis between her lips and introduced him something known throughout the solar system as a Martian tongue lashing.

7.1 The Return of The Wolf

Black McCarthy woke to the sound of the shower. He rolled onto his stomach, kept his eyes closed. Tried to enjoy the last few quiet moments of sleep before the day intruded. His thoughts switching back onto the search for Eugenides. If he could persuade Joylin to let him have access to the Interfold register he would be able to locate the identity under which Eugenides was living in Interfold. “I’ll speak to her before I meet The Nurse with the Curse.” He told himself. The Nurse with the Curse might also be able to help. His mind slipped across to The Nurse and a smile stirred on his face. He was looking forward to lunch already. He laughed once out loud. Smiled more broadly. Twisted suddenly onto his back and sat up alarmed.

“Someone is in the shower!” he said aloud to himself.

“Of course there is someone in the shower.” The Wolf said emerging from the shadow of the heavy hotel curtains, a cup of steaming black coffee in one hand. “Can you not
tell from the rhythm of the water?”

Black stared at The Wolf in dismay. He thought he would have more time before The Wolf returned.

“The question I ask myself, Wolf, however, is: who is in the shower? “ Black said.

“I’d say that is self explanatory.” The Wolf answered pulling a chair, with his free hand, up close to the bed where Black still sat. He gestured to the hotel uniform folded and draped carefully over an additional chair beside the closed door to the bathroom. Joylin’s name badge clearly visible pinned to lapel of her Interfold jacket.

“But how did she get there?” Black asked confused. His question addressed to himself as much as The Wolf, who had settled himself into the chair.

“My boy.” The Wolf began his voice weary with feigned exasperation. “That is a question you will have to answer for yourself.”

Black dragged a hand through his sleep styled hair. He hadn’t had that much to drink the night before. At least he didn’t think he had. He had never, as far as he could recall in any case, been both so drunk and yet so charming that he had managed to persuade a woman like Joylin to spend the night with him yet could not recollect a single detail of its happening. If that had indeed happened it would be an event he would have wanted to remember.

“I haven’t a clue.” He said to The Wolf.

“McCarthy.” The Wolf began and Black knew it was bad if The Wolf was calling him McCarthy. ”We are not paying you as handsomely as we are paying you to booze and shag your way through the women of Interfold.” He paused as Black cringed. The Wolf was lowering his voice and speaking with quiet authority. It was a sign of displeasure. “ We are paying you to find Eugenides.”

“Wolf I’m serious.” Black said in his own defence. “I had a few beers last night with a guy who I think will prove very useful in locating Eugenides. Just a few beers and I assure you that the girl in the shower may be in my shower but she did not come back here with me last night and she did not spend the night in my bed.”

“So how did she get into your shower boy?” The Wolf asked a little disbelieving.

“That is something you will have to ask her.” Black said.

“Ask her?”

“Yep.”

“Ha. Perhaps I shall McCarthy. Perhaps I shall. But before we are interrupted what of Eugenides. Is he still here? Have you evidence of his presence? Or has he slipped away again? What news McCarthy what news?”

The telephone beside the bed rang preventing Black from replying.

“Black McCarthy.” He said into the phone.

“Black.” Said the voice of The Man Who Fell Through Floors. “Its me Floors.”

“Morning Floors, can I call you back?”

“No need. Did you know we relocated again in the night?” Floors said

“No!” Black said taken aback. “Where?”

“Cambodia.” Floors said.

“Cambodia!” Black repeated.

“Cambodia.” Floors said again. “Phnom Penh.”

“Phnom Penh!” Black said in alarm

“Yeah Phnom Penh.” Floors echoed. ”But that’s not why I called.”

“When?” Black interrupted before Floors could continue ignoring the shaking head of The Wolf.

“When did I call? I’m calling you now. Black I know Interfold time can be a little individual but…”

“No. I mean when as in what day, month, year of the history of the trouble nation of Cambodia have we relocated into. ”

“Ah. I see what you mean”

“Exactly.”

“Oh yes I see indeed.”

“So you take my point.”

“I think I do.”

“Khmer Rouge.”

“Khmer Rouge.”

“Killing fields.”

“Killing Fields.”

“Genocidal communist madmen hell bent of murdering Interfold residing bourgeois dilettantes by their thousand.”

“I’ll call you back.” Floors said and hung up immediately.
Black placed the receiver back in its cradle. He paused. The sound of the shower continued.

“Sorry about that Wolf.” Black said as The Wolf finished his coffee. “Where were we?”
“You were about to update me on you progress in seeking Eugenides.”

“I was indeed Wolf. As I was about to say before…”

The phone range again. Black lifted the receiver to his ear.

“Me again.” The Man Who Fell Through Floors said immediately. “February 1996.”

“February 1996.” Black repeated.

“February 1996.” The Man Who Fell Through Floors echoed. “So all in all not too bad. A couple of Japanese business visitors where shot a week or two ago, but don’t let that worry you. Interfold residents have diplomatic immunity.”

“Does that stop you getting shot?” Black asked.

“As a rule.” Floors assured him. “But that wasn’t why I called.”

“Why did you call?” Black asked.

“This.” The Man Who Fell Through Floors said and fell through the ceiling of Black’s room. He landed neatly to sit cross-legged on the end of Black’s bed.

Black was speechless. Joylin was in the shower although had no idea how or why. The Wolf was in his room demanding a report of progress and now The Man Who Fell Through Floors was falling through floors at will and in particular through the floor that was above his ceiling and was now sat on his Black’s bed looking rather pleased with himself.

Black had a feeling it was going to be a very long day.

6.0 The Man Who Dreamt He Was Dreaming.II

The Man Who Dreamt He Was Dreaming was dreaming he was dreaming.

He had been asleep for more than a week, and although he knew that he was dreaming he was dreaming, in the suspended chronology of sleep he had no idea that, outside his mind, days were slipping past.

He had descended into a deep and complex dream layer where he was reliving the pre-Interfold years of his life. He had often idly wondered how his life would have been different if he had taken up opportunities he had allowed to pass. Decisions he might reverse, and girls he might have… especially girls he might have… and now he was playing out events from his life to see what might have been.

The girl in the wet pink panties for instance. He had always wondered why he had let that moment pass. When the sea rose high on her thighs she had pulled up her skirt to reveal a pink triangle wetted dark by the sea.

“I’m getting a bit wet,” She said looking down.

But the guys were calling him from the boat, and he turned distracted and when he looked back she was walking back to the beach and for some reason, some unfathomable reason he had followed the guys out to the boat rather than the girl with the wet pink panties back to the beach.

But not this time, this time it would be different for although he was dreaming he was dreaming, he had a degree of control. He couldn't stop dreaming he had found but he could dream himself up and down between dreams and he could steer the dream into a situation from his past.

And so he steered the dream back to that day at the beach when the girl with the wet pink panties had raised her skirt to reveal the moist front of her wet pink panties. This time he ignored the calls of the guys in the boat and waded through the water towards her. Reaching out a hand and looking her in the eyes he felt the front of her panties.

“Maybe you had better take them off to let the dry.” He suggested.

“Maybe I should.” She replied.

Within a few minutes they were back on the beach, which was unsuitably busy. Within a few minutes more they were locked in a cubicle in a nearby public toilet taking off more than her wet pink panties.

It should have been everything that he always assumed it would have been but instead it was awkward, clumsy, and difficult.

“Not there.” She said. ”Here.” trying to guide him.

“Sorry.” He apologised.

“That’s… no its slipped out again.”

“Its kind of awkward in here”

“What if I…”

“No, that’s even worse.”

“How about this…”

“No that’s no better. What if I…”

“Ow. That hurts. Let me do it.” She wiggled a little to the left, lifted one leg a little to the right.

“Yeah, that’s it…” He said “Now we’re sailing… just a little more to the… ok… in we go… argh.” He came.

“Was that it?” She asked failing to mask the dismay in her voice.

“Er… yes. Sorry.” He said embarrassed

“Oh.” She looked away, with a hint of a smirk on her lips.

It was the last thing she said as they dressed again in the cramped cubicle. Opened the door and were immediately arrested by the police officer called by an old lady who had listened to their exchange from the cubicle next door.

In short time they were taken away, booked in at the station, finger printed and locked in separate cells.

The Man Who Dreamt He Was Dreaming dreamt that he was dreaming that he was sitting disconsolate on a grey blanketed bed in a grey cell. Dismayed he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

“ Just dream yourself back into another dream.” He told himself and relaxed his mind for a moment and then opened his eyes once more to find himself back in the house in which he had lived in the immediate time before Interfold with a very pale dark haired girl kneeling on top of him wearing only a black bra and panties. Her face obscured by her wet hair as she stabbed him manically in the chest over and over and over again.

He woke with a jolt. It was dark. Gloomy and grey light hung heavy. The same room he had entered in the dream. There was an odd electric stillness around him.

“I’m still dreaming.” He said aloud recognising the unreality of the scene.

He dreamt himself settling back down into the bed. He dreamt himself closing his eyes. He dreamt himself dropping back down through layer upon layer of black sleep into a deeper layer of dreaming where he would look for the in his dreams for the girl with the wet pink panties, or some other missed opportunity to try to try again.