Chapter 76: Something You Do

"So," Kathy rested her chin on Christi's taunt little tummy, "the professor said it could happen over and over again, then stop and not happen again for a long time."

"Let me see if I have this right." Christi stroked Kathy's hair, brushing it back from her forehead and letting it fall like golden strands of silk across their cozy bed. "So, when you, I mean she, was talking about that Sunday school thing, it wasn't you?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I mean, you were there and she was here and I was playing with her instead of you and -- "

"You were playing with me, I mean her?"

"Well, yeah. You, I mean she, I mean, this is SO confusing!"

"Yeah," Kathy sighed, "tell me about it!"

"Well, if you're going to this other dimension because it's running into us and stuff, why isn't everybody?"

"The professor says it's because they're kind of like big bubbles that just bump into each other and these," she searched for the word, "these 'portholes' only happen where they touch or something."

"So they're touching in your room here and in your, I mean her, room there, and that's why you're going there and she's coming here, but you're in her body there and she's in your body here and, and," she moaned, "good grief! Does that mean if I, I mean that other Christi you fondled came over to visit, then we'd switch places, too?"

"Heck if I know! Let's worry about it later." Kathy slid up Christi's inviting body and tickled her nose until it crinkled. "We've got to get ready. We're going to be late for Becky's play if we don't get going."

"Not yet," Christi pretend pouted, "I want to snuggle some more and admire your whip marks." She ran her hands over Mrs. Potter's artistry. "I'm SO jealous."

"Nope," Kathy hopped off the bed, "time to go." She took Christi by the hand and pulled the smiling brunette to her feet. "'The Story of 'O'' is my favourite play and I want a seat right down front."

"Do you think they'll do audience participation?" Christi scurried to the closet and grabbed her highest spiked heels. "I think I'll just go in black thigh-highs and heels, there's no point in wearing something that'll just get torn off." She ran a brush through her thick curly hair. "Do you think I have time for an enema before we go?"

"Oh, Mommy said the PTA's going to give enemas in the lobby." Kathy slipped into a pair of ivory mules that matched her shear thigh-high hose. "She says 'O' always makes everybody a little anal."

"But you don't like anal."

"I know, but it's like, you know, something you do to honour 'O's' memory, even if I'm not a real 'masochist' like you and Becky."

"I know," Christi said reverently, "but it's like 'O' said 'there is no higher honour for a woman than to suffer for the pleasure of others.' She's my idol."

"And you're my little Torture Mouse." Kathy cupped Christi's beaming face with her hands. "And just think, tomorrow night's our big date with Michael!"

"But," Christi's big blue eyes began to tear, "what if he doesn't like me?"

"Oh, don't worry, he won't have a choice." Kathy softly kissed her lips. "I know I don't."