Linger Awhile

8 Chauncey Lim

8 January 2004. Obviously I wasn’t going to hear from Istvan in the usual way so I made my preparations. I went to his place and I couldn’t see in because the blinds were closed. I’d rigged a bug with a tiny radio mike and a buttonhole vidcam. The letterbox wasn’t sealed so I stuck chewing gum on a non-vital part of the bug and put it in a little catapult meant for launching a toy helicopter. I stuck my hand through the letterbox, launched the bug, and hoped for the best. Then I went home to check the monitor.

The bug had stuck to the ceiling but not in a place that gave me much of a view. I got the top of a speaker or whatever and below that what I assumed was a female and very shapely leg ending in a black-and-white cowboy boot. I did better with the audio. I’ll call the voices I and J:

I: Try to keep still, OK?

J: Why should I keep still? I didn’t ask to come here, I’d rather be dead. What gives you the right to stick that thing in me?

I: I love you, that’s what gives me the right.

J: That’s what you think, you dried-up old piece of shit. Ow! That hurt.

I: If you’d hold still I could find the right place. Of course it’s going to hurt if I keep getting it wrong. Ah, there we go. How’s that?

J: Am I supposed to like it?

I: You’ve got a little colour now and you’re looking much better.

J: Get your hands off me, you creep. Stop taking my clothes off.

I: You’re getting colour from the top down, very nice. Ow! Why’d you hit me?

J: Just because you brought me back from the dead, don’t think you can put your hands all over me.

I: Would you rather be dead?

J: Oh, never mind — you might as well finish now that you’ve started. If you’ve got enough of what it takes.

I: I feel a little faint but it’s worth it to see you looking so good. Mmmmm!

J: Stop that! And what’s going to happen when you’re all used up?

I: We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

J: What’s that thing on the ceiling? It wasn’t there before. Are you taking pictures of me?

(At this point Fallok removed the bug and stamped heavily on it.)

Her voice! Listening to them almost drove me mad.

The pictures in my mind as I imagined what was going on! The erection it gave me! I took time out to pleasure myself but I still couldn’t calm down, I was burning with passion, aching to possess this woman. My love had sprung up like a monstrous cactus the first time I saw her on video. Now Fallok is enjoying the fruits of my labour. I never should have told him how to go about it and I fully intend to take her away from him. Yes! To have her for myself, to feel her responding to the urgent life in me! One way or another I’ll do it. Ah, Justine!