AZOTUSLAND chapter Forty NIne

That night they closed up at 11 and Jim headed to the Bunkhouse for a shower and then disappeared as usual.

Maugham also hit the small shower in OPs when Martine suddenly joined him.

He could never really get over her form. Like many women who were not waif-ish or like stork models, but had amazing curves, she hid her figure well. Baggy T-shirts, layered shirts, and just a tom-boy demeanor were all ways of not attracting idiots thinking with their gonads like the stupider breeds of dog who would just as soon hump a dead bush.

Maugham was not stupid, but he also was generally surpised again when she was naked and he saw how beautiful she was.

It was hard not to stare. Embarassing if he did, and a lie if he didn't. Maug didn't do well with either alternative. Sometimes when he was in the cafe he would see her from the side. Her jawline and hair. Her full lips and honest smile. Then he would look down a bit and gulp because he knew what was under that baggy shirt.

Martine was pushing 40 but in so many ways she was just the girl next to him in 11th grade shop class. He loved her and when she came into the shower he laughed but decided not to be the least bit reserved. Love, real love went beyond the bullshit of society and all the ways it objectified women. This was not such a woman. This was his lover and friend.

He nestled his head between her breasts and stroked her back. Then he grabbed the soap and did her whole backside. Then he washed her hair and when she was so hot and wet from the water he kissed her wildly and arched and bowed into her.

He snapped the knob down and they tumbled, almost comically out of the shower and around the corner and behind the big curtain. She didn't laugh as she usually did.

"Wait, wait," she said. "I want to see your eyes looking at me."

He lighted the candle, and the two other smaller ones on the shelf so she could see him as he warmly mounted her. He groaned as he entered her and he just stopped because he felt that somehow this was more real than what often happened after. He just wanted to be one body...his body inside of hers..one body...oneness. It wasn't about sex...it was about intimacy and oneness. But he felt there was more.

He looked at Martine's face and marveled as she tilted back in seeming pain which was utter pleasure.

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Manfred had fallen behind on his Tivo watching now that it had been repaired. He sat on his small bed enraptured and giggling while he ate the rest of Jim's Mocha Almond Fudge.

He heard slight moans coming thorugh the wall and some kind of rythmic thumping.

"It is a wonderfulness," he said quietly to himself.

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Jim was down in Silo 3, which was very unusual for him for more than fifteen minutes a day.

Every day he went down on a 15 minute break (usually) at 7:30 in the evening. He would slip in, turn down the leftward hallway about 40 feet and then descend into the room. Carved into the tiled floor was a long pool 77 feet long but only three feet wide. A fountain gently fell on a sliver-crest on the far end. The pool was lightly illuminated from within. Inside there were koi swimming.

Jim would sit cross-legged and feed the koi. There were twelve fish and they had grown magnificently. Only one of them was a simple goldfish. He was Jim's favorite. He bought him as a simple 10 cent feeder fish and he had grown over the years to a good 9 inches long and a bright orange with a white patch on his head.

The room was most always dark and cold with Jim sitting by the edge of the long watery tray.

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Manfred sighed. "This is a ridiculousness of profound over-sexing" he said to himself as the thumping and noise increased next door.

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Maugham's seriousness continued as did Martine's. She bit his ear and thrashed on top of him as he pulled on her ass harder and harder with near pig-like grunts. Normally this would have made him laugh, or both of them. Not tonight.

He looked into her eyes in the candle-light. It was different. He yanked her down by the shoulders so her breasts swayed across his chest as they moved. He grabbed her dark hair and pulled and she swooned back and shuddered and cried. Then he slipped her around and drove her into the small bed, grabbing her legs behind him and he said "grab my ass Marty...take me."

She was loud. Maug didn't care. "Huh..huh...huh...uhgod...uuuuuhhhh!" and she bit his shoulder hard as he came inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her.

After a minute she stopped panting loudly and said," you are not the smallest guy," and then he laughed and swung to the side and nestled his face below her jaw and into her sweet wet hair. She swung her arm over him and held him close and stroked his goatee with her index finger, then his eyebrows which were dark and intense. Then she ran her finger over his lips and whispered things in his ear he had never heard.

Manfred finally got to sleep at 12:30 a.m.