Chapter 8: The Unappreciated Early End

Time has been arrested. Every day, exactly the same. Same-O-same-O. BORING.

Will, Lou, and Maggie completed their thousand year confines to lamps. Will was institutionalized. After so long as a prisoner, freedom terrified him. The Duende happily agreed Will could continue with them, in the same routine he was addicted to.

Lou went on to Hell upon his release. Maggie tried re-establishing herself as Queen of the Goblins. Nobody would back her. One day, she just left and was never seen again.

Lilith reclaimed her well used corpse, and likewise disappeared.

Phil stopped servicing Luz and Bebe long ago. I picked up the slack, just as I was forced to do with Regina. Just as Wati and I picked up Will’s abandoned responsibilities.

Whatever happened to Antonia, Alexandra, and Claudia? After the death of Ninell, they left. Heartbroken, and very angry with Phil, they stayed gone a long time.

Then ONE RED LETTER DAY, they returned. With a vengeance! And a lamp. Little Ninell’s body was finally laid to rest, with great ceremony and in loving memory, in the ranch’s exclusive private cemetery. Her family left again, with Phil incarcerated in the lamp. Are they going to keep him like a milk cow? Maybe throw the lamp with Phil into a volcano? They never said anything. They never visit us, but from time to time, I see fresh flower’s on Little Ninell’s grave, by which I conclude, her mom and sisters do come and visit her grave.

Phil’s quarters were stripped, steam-cleaned, and freshly painted. A large CO2 bottle, equipped with a heat sensor release valve, was installed. The room is used for storing paint and volatile spirits. Solvents and paint thinners. Nobody wanted the room.

Flor heard us talking about volatile spirits when we were making up a scrounge list. She asked what volatile spirits were, and I explained they were dangerous to store. Precautions are needed. Flor suggested Phil’s old room to store them.

Flor thinks maybe the volatile spirits will be calmer and happier in a room where necrophilia occurred over many centuries. Hope so. I think Flor is special.

Laying here, in Regina’s arms, in her bed, in our bed, in her house, I’m happy. This is where finally, I made my bed. Long ago, I was a foolish boy, who thought cunnilingus was disgusting. I learned to adjust my attitude. Then, there was a crisis of love. I thought making love with my Mom would be disgusting. When that attitude threatened her life, I learned to adjust my attitude again. Now, there is no one I’d rather sleep with than Mama.

“Mama?”

“Yes, my Baby?”

“Do you ever think about dying?”

“Are you feeling bored with life Baby?”

“Yes, but then I consider how long eternity is, and I know I couldn’t even endure a single day without your love, Mama.”

“Did you intentionally bring that subject up, just so you could turn it into something romantic to say to me?”

“Mama! I don’t need excuses to be romantic with you.”

“Come here, Baby. Nothing beats Mama’s pussy, and right this minute, my pussy is so hot and wet, wants to give you such incredible loving right now, Hmm-hummpf! You better get some of this, while it’s still hot, and before it catches the bed afire!”

“Hmmmmm, Mama! Oh, yeah!”

“Is all of it inside, Baby?”

“That’s all there is, Mama”

THAT’S ALL THERE IS FOLKS! THE END