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Each picture is a doorway to a little world that in his head Carl sees them float like bubbles somewhere far away in space, attached to his computer by tiny invisible threads. Each bubble has a girl inside, or maybe two girls, and dildos or studs or a dog, and they are waiting for you to call them to click on them and bring them out of space into your computer. You never know exactly what is in each one till you open it. Maybe the girl will only show her tits not her gee or she could even be a shemale. The picture-doorways are like wrappers like fireworks have or sweets and inside the worlds wait like secrets.
‘I’m not talking about love!’ Downstairs Carl’s mom shouts at Carl’s dad. ‘I’m not even talking about that. I’m talking about just simple decent respect for me as a person who is your wife. Your wife!’
‘Why are you saying this like it’s news to me?’ Dad shouts back. ‘Who do you think pays your credit card bills that arrive on my desk every –’
If you get bored with humans there are cartoon characters. There is Ariel from The Little Mermaid licking out Belle from Beauty and the Beast or Pocohontas from Pocohontas getting fucked by the horse from Mulan. There are characters from computer games like Hopeland and Final Fantasy having sex. There are also old-fashioned ones like animals from Jungle Book which is a film or Donald Duck fucking Minnie Mouse or Yogi Bear fucking Boo-Boo which is a smaller bear.
‘– question of buying your way out of it, David, it’s – look at me, David. I am, I am a woman. I deserve to be treated like a –’
‘I know you’re a woman. I know you’re a woman because you’re being totally irrational.’
‘Oh, it’s irrational, when the phone rings at two in the morning and when I answer they hang up? It’s irrational, the phone ringing at two a.m. four nights running?’
Jessica Rabbitt, also the good-looking bird from Scooby-Doo riding Fred or sometimes Scooby. A lot of Smurfs gang-banging Smurfette. The Simpsons, mostly Homer or Bart fucking Lisa, though there’s one Carl saw of Homer going into Maggie’s room to fuck Maggie, his dick is out and his face is all scary the way it never is in the show, like his eyes are slits and his teeth are fangs and his hand is stretched out like a claw into the crib.
‘Eileen saw you, David. So she must be being irrational too.’
‘Eileen – listen, we both know Eileen is a deeply disturbed person, a deeply unwell person with serious personal issues –’
‘She saw you, David, she saw you having dinner with a teenaged girl. A teenaged girl! Not much older than Carl!’
‘Would you like to know who that was, Lucia? Would you like to stop screaming for five seconds so I can tell you who that was? That was my fucking tennis coach.’
‘Oh, I see, was she helping you with your serve, in the restaurant? Were you having a few rallies together, sitting there in the fucking Four Seasons, you and your whore?’
In his room Carl turns up the stereo. He looks down at the book on the table. The economic success of the Netherlands was due in part to the man-made geographical structure called the _________.
Behind the right-hand speaker are he doesn’t know how many fives and tens and twenties. Behind the left-hand speaker are fireworks. Barry can’t keep them in his house because his mom searches his room. The last few days are like the part of the movie where the talking stops and over the music you see the money rolling in and the gangsters making deals and buying limos and doing coke. The kids are mad for fireworks, no matter how many Carl and Barry bring down to the mud-piles, it’s never enough. Every day there are more kids with their prescriptions, some of them aren’t even from Seabrook. Meanwhile, like in a mirror, the same thing is happening with the St Brigid’s girls. The first five told other girls, who told other girls, and now there are so many girls looking for pills that Carl and Barry have to split up.
So they go back and forth from the mud-piles to the girls, turning fireworks into pills and pills into money, so much money. Barry has already bought a new pair of Nikes (Vendettas) and a digital camera. Now he is talking about a scooter, he thinks he and Carl should buy matching Vespas, silver ones. He wonders if they should invest in just a little bit of coke, just to see if it sold. Now that we’ve developed a customer base, he says to Carl, that’s the hardest part of any business.
Carl is glad Barry is happy and trusts Carl again. But sometimes he gets worried. He keeps thinking of the scene in the movie where the gangsters get machine-gunned by the other gang.
What other gang? Barry says. Those fucking knackers that deal in the park?
Carl and Barry always buy their gear from these knackers in the park. Near the laneway to the train station there is a bench where one of them will always be. They wear tracksuits and have tattoos on their hands and one night last year they beat up Casey Ellington when he went to buy hash just because they didn’t like the look of him, so bad he had to get his jaw wired. On Thursday the one with the greasy hair said, Youse lads are buyin a fair amount of coke these days.
Carl didn’t say anything. Barry told him it was for mid-term break.
Don’t be a bender, Barry says to Carl now. How would those scumbags even know about us?
He puts his arm around Carl. Look, he says, what we have here is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All of these individual events have come together, and we are in the exact perfect place to take advantage of them. It’s Hallowe’en, the kids want fireworks. There’s a school dance with St Brigid’s and all the girls are freaking out about fitting into their costumes. It’s like a slot-machine ready to pay out, see? And we’re the guys with the coin, Carl. We just happened to be in the right place at the right time. So we collect the money.
Carl has never been in the right place at the right time before. Maybe that is why it feels weird.
I’m not saying we have to do it for ever, Barry says. But we should keep going until the Hop at least. We’d be crazy to stop before then. Anyway, you wouldn’t want to lose your favourite little customer, would you?
Lollipop-Lips has bought pills from Carl every night this week. He doesn’t meet her with the others, not since that first time behind Ed’s. Instead she will text him and say she wants to meet up in an hour and he will head out with the pills. Or sometimes she doesn’t text him, he just goes out and finds her. There are not that many places to go, if you are not in Ed’s or one of the malls you are probably in the Leisureplex or LA Nites or hanging around outside Texaco. When she sees him she will smile secretly, like she has magically brought him there. Then they go somewhere quiet and measure out the pills.
This slut so hungry for cock she must apease her cunt with the fist!
Barry says if she was paying money for all the pills she takes he and Carl would both be millionaires. I don’t know how she gets through them so quick, he says, it’s not like she was even fat in the first place. He keeps asking Carl if he has fucked her. She must be fucking you ten times a day for that many pills! Ha ha, Carl laughs. But she won’t fuck him. She will only give him handjobs and let him feel her tits. Sometimes he tells her, you fuck me or else you pay cash like everyone else. But she just laughs and takes his hand and slips it under her shirt. In the cold damp leaves behind Ed’s, her body a tiny pocket of heat, her breath in his ear, the tips of her black hair tickling his neck, he forgets everything else.
In his room he turns up the stereo, unzips his trousers. Here on the screen is a little world of a black-haired girl on the stairs in a house. There are about twenty pictures to tell the story, which is, she takes off her top, she lifts her skirt to show her stockings and black see-through knickers, she unbuttons her shirt and slides the skirt up over her thighs –
Last night in LA Nites he met her with Crinkly-Hair and their friend the fat girl and the two of them went into the alcove beside the cigarette machine. He had his hand on her tummy with his fingertips just under the waistband of her jeans, he was slipping them downwards so slowly she didn’t seem to notice, he thought his boner was going to rip right through his trousers like the Incredible Hulk, down and down, was she going to let him? but then she said, Let’s go for a walk.
Maybe she wanted to go somewhere quieter to have sex he thought so he said okay. They walked along the dual carriageway under the orange lights. Cars shocked past them or waited behind the traffic lights growling smoke from under their wheels. Show me where you live, she said. He led her down the dark straight avenue. The ends of rain dripped from the trees. Dad’s Jag was back pulled up outside his house. Maybe there would be some way to get her inside without his parents seeing her. Or maybe Dad would just let him bring her in to fuck her. Do you want to go inside? he said. It’s okay, she said. He didn’t know if she meant yes or no but when he moved for the door and she did not he knew she meant no. Why not? he said. She didn’t say anything. Then he said, I will give you this whole tube of pills if you fuck me. She just looked at him. It was a week’s supply at least. Even a blowjob, he said.
The girl on the stairs pushes her tit up and bends her head down to lick her nipple. Carl’s balls are boiling, his cock is rock-hard, he would almost get up and stick it through the computer screen!
Instead they went to Ed’s. She wanted to go inside but he could not because he is barred. So he brought her around the back and showed her how to climb from the ledge of the skip up the drainpipe and onto the roof. The material of the rooftop is rough under your fingers, rippled like frozen waves, in the night in the pink light of the sign the flat grey rectangle looks like skin. There are empty beer cans, a johnny, a copybook someone threw up here with homework smeared into nothing by rain. She was looking up at the windows of the Tower. Who lives in there? she asked. Faggots, he said. Boarders. It looks like it’s from a fairy-tale, she said. Then she said, are you going to the Hallowe’en Hop?
He just shrugged. He wished he had some beer. He waited for her to lie down but she didn’t. Why are you barred? she said. He told her about the Gook. The Gook? she said, so he told her as well what Barry told him about the war and the Marines who died getting ambushed in the jungle by gooks and when they went home to their own country, America, instead of a hero’s welcome people spat on them. That’s terrible, she said. We should teach this Gook a lesson.
Like what?
Like a reminder of home, she said.
They took the staples out of the old copybook and started folding the pages into aeroplanes. When there were enough planes they poured lighter fluid over them. Then Carl shinned down the drainpipe and emptied the rest of the lighter into the bin outside the Doughnut House doors. He lit a piece of paper and threw it in. The bin went foom! the heat whacked his eyes, he pegged it back around and hoisted himself up onto the roof, and they both looked down over the edge as the doors burst open and the Gook charged out with a fire extinguisher in one hand and a blanket in the other that he flapped at the burning bin. That’s when they lit the first plane and sent it swirling and flaming down on top of him. The Gook let out a little shriek, covering his head. They lit another one and launched it, he hopped out of the way, but then there was another, and another and another, until the sky was filled with pieces of falling fire, sailing down around the Gook, and he just stood there in the middle of it with his mouth open, not moving at all – then he realized what was going on, and he started to jump up and down, a hoppity Rumpelstiltskin dance of rage, jabbering in Gook and shaking his fist at the rooftop, where the two of them were holding their hands over their mouths, about to explode from laughing.
But he had to go back inside to call the police, so they could jump down and hide in the park. But when the police had driven on they came out again and climbed back up there. The sky was dark blue, the doughnut sign was a big wide-open mouth, a mouth with no face around it or whose face was the whole world. Underneath it half of Lori was pink. The trees almost out of sight in the dark. Her wide-open mouth, her white bra. The pills in her coat pocket, her mouth swallowing his, she forgot to stop his fingers unbuttoning her jeans and sliding down into… Then her phone rang, the ringtone was that BETHani song, the one where she’s in the changing room and the teacher is watching her through the hole in the wall. She put a hand on Carl’s wrist.
Hi Dad. No I’m in Janine’s. No watching TV. Just me and Janine.
The outline of his knuckles against the zip of her jeans. Carl did not breathe.
No! Dad. No there are no boys. No it’s okay Janine’s mom will drive me home I love you bye.
She fished out his hand and gave it back to him with a fake smile like an air hostess handing you your complimentary meal. I’d better go home, she said.
Okay, he said.
Loreliar.
The girl on the stairs is naked except for her stockings and she slides shiny wet fingers between her legs and looks out at Carl. Beside her not-naked Lori appears and disappears like a wave on Morgan Bellamy’s phone. If you knew how you could move her face from the phone onto the girl on the computer. A nerd would know how to do it. But Carl does not know how, so he has to switch back and forth from the computer to the phone, like he’s carrying the face in his mind and imagining it onto the body, so the waves of black hair melt into each other, and Lori’s lollipop lips turn into the wet shine on the girl on the stairs’ fingers – as Carl stands over her, You better do what I say!!! No no Carl! Hiding her face with her wet hand. Carl’s fist raised up. Oh so you like fists??!!!
‘– a divorce!’ Carl’s mom screams, clattering up the stairs. Carl stuffs his boner back in his pants, zips himself up, flips the computer screen to FUN FACTS ABOUT THE NETHERLANDS! ‘I’ll get a divorce, mister, and I’ll clean you out!’ She has stopped outside Carl’s door to shriek down, it is like nails going over a blackboard. ‘So I hope your little floozies have… have good career prospects!’
‘I’ll get you fucking committed first!’ Dad’s voice bounces up from below. ‘There’s not a judge in the land who’d take your side, you bloody mad bint –’
The sound of Mom sinking to the floor on the landing: this is usually where she ends up when they are fighting. ‘Why don’t you go,’ she sobs, the words mixed with the snick of the flint as she tries to light a cigarette. ‘Why don’t you just go, and leave my son and me in peace? Why don’t you go once and for all, so we can live our lives with some semblance of dignity?’
‘I’ll tell you why, because I’m afraid you’ll burn my fucking house down! Dignity, if you had even the smallest conception of what that meant you’d take one look at yourself and –’
Carl in his room, his head filling up with hotness, stares at the textbook. The fusion of two cities into a single urbanized mass known as a _______________.
Mom lets out a scream and there is the sound of something hitting something else, probably she threw her shoe at him. ‘You’re a lunatic!’ Dad shouts. ‘A lunatic!’ Her bedroom door bangs, and at the same moment Carl’s phone jingles with a new message.
HEY WAT YOU DOIN
Fuck you, bitch.
NOTHIG HOMWORK
Because of a lack of natural resources, the Netherlands must import and
from
.
IM SO BORD!!!!
Downstairs the front door slams, Dad’s Jag starts up. The sound of the bathroom door locking and Mom crying behind it.
I NED SUM XITMENT…
The black-haired girl’s eyes roll back in her head, as her hand plunges between her legs right up to the wrist.
The chief exports of the Netherlands are pull your panties down bitch and if you say another word I will break your skull.
Carl writes back,
OK.