I didn't want to be mean.

In that moment I didn't want to go back to what had happened at Hampton.

I asked, "Would you like to be kissed and have your yoni licked at the same time?"

That made her smile.

"Stop messing with me."

"I'm serious."

"Well...yeah. I would like that. Hell, yeah."

The expression on her face when she saw Mark, it was priceless.

I said, "Kiki..."

"There are two of them?"

"Suck his dick."

"Suck his dick?"

"I want to watch you suck his dick."

"Simon says?"

"Nia says."

"Which one?"

"Pick one. Start sucking."

And here we were.

The identical sins took Kiki Sunshine to the chair. They oiled her, prepped her. Her breathing, her body language, she was nervous and excited all at once. It was her turn to see kaleidoscopic lights, to feel plea sure rushing out of every pore. I wanted to go to Kiki Sunshine, touch her face, caress her, whisper in her ear, watch her moan. But I was too exhausted to help. I struggled to crawl to her, but my body owned the weight of a building. All I could do was watch her do what I had just done.

I watched her moan and come and enjoy the Frankie experience.

TWENTY-SIX.

Four lovers slept naked.

I woke up first. I was a morning person. I always woke up thinking. Ready to write. Ready to run. But this morning there would be no writing. There would be no running. Only thinking.

Everything about the world seemed surreal, as if I was melting in a Salvador Dal masterpiece.

Two orifices had been filled by men as a soft tongue danced inside my third orifice. A woman's tongue. A tongue that was placed in my mouth because her hair was grabbed, her face led to mine as, at the same time, my hair was grabbed and my face was led to hers. For the men we tasted tongue. It was poetic. It was eloquent. The sounds we made had been more powerful than the most imaginative prose. I basked in the feeling that came from physical satisfaction. Felt at ease, the spiritual release that came with orgasm, that period of melancholy or transcendence, the expenditure or spending of life force, all of that anchored me in the peaceful place I had awakened, on a queen-size bed in a hotel.

I inhaled pheromones. The room was filled with the scent and power of pheromones.

I had shed all sexual inhibitions. Physically and psychologically, I felt fine.

It felt like I was at a rest stop in an unknown world. A world with its foundations built on curiosity, mutual fulfillment, and immediate gratification. A world built on the need to give and receive passion.

I told myself that I was in control. I told myself that this wasn't self-destructive.

I told myself that my mother would never find out what her daughter did behind closed doors.

Air conditioner on, room cool. Cellular phones started going off all over the room; Karl's phone started the party. Soon mine played the ring tone that had been given to the people in my DNA category. Kiki Sunshine's phone sang a hip-hop song not long after. Mark's phone started blowing up too.

I was in the bed with Mark. Kiki Sunshine was in bed with her photographer.

I was on the bed closest to the window, my body facing the other queen bed. I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened my eyes again she was rubbing her nose.

Kiki Sunshine was on the side of the other bed closest to me, easing back into this world.

Flashbacks of tribadism entered my mind. Tribadism had never been a fantasy. Never. But I had done it. I had abandoned vanilla sex and given away my chocolate starfish, had received orgasm in a new way. I had disconnected myself from my anchor and sailed away from what was traditional.

Kiki Sunshine opened her eyes and found me staring at her. She came into the world glowing. She returned to consciousness with Karl wrapped around her and happiness all over her face. We looked at each other. We smiled. Both smiles owned hints of embarrassment, vulnerability.

I whispered, "How are you feeling?"

She whispered back, "Like I should write somebody a check."

"You okay?"

"I think I passed out on the re-fuck. Came so hard I saw Harriet Tubman and passed out."

She looked back at the man she was in bed with, her face filled with sheer amazement, then craned her neck to see the face of the man who was in bed behind me.

She whispered, "Twins?"

"Identical."

"You know we going to hell for this, right?"

"And we will have a story to tell. People will gather around us to hear about this."

"There are no heroes in hell."

"Because we're not there yet."

"Heathen."

"Hypocrite."

We laughed.

She looked back at her lover, then looked at me again, whispered, "Which one am I in bed with?"

I lowered my voice to match hers, told her, "Karl."

"You sure?"

"You see the tattoos?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Karl. You're in bed with Karl. Mark is unmarked. Karl has KENYA on his arm."

"Kenya? They're African?"

"They're from Barbados."

"Never heard of Barbados."

"West Indies."

"Where is that, like over in India or someplace?"

"South of Jamaica."

"So, they're Jamaican?"

"They're Bajan."

"What ever. Wherever they're from they are fine as hell, that's all that matters."

I laughed.

She asked, "You can tell the difference? They felt the same to me."

"How did they feel?"

"Good."

I laughed.

Kiki Sunshine said, "Hungry?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. I could eat anything you put in front of me right now."

"Wish you had felt that way last night."

"Still got Yasamin Kincade on your mind, huh?"

"If you want this for breakfast you're more than welcome to it."

"Aren't you hospitable."

"Southern hospitality. If nothing else, we will feed the hungry."

We laughed.

I said, "Not ready for that."

"Just playing."

"Let's get some food. Some real food. Hit the cafeteria across the street."

"Oh, heck no. You need some home cooking."

"That would be even better."

She yawned. "I need to go home and shower. Need to do something with this hair."

"I need to shower too. Damn. I need to write. Have a lot of writing to do."

"About this?"

"Nah. Book I'm working on. A sci-fi number."

"Forget that sci-fi mess. You need to write about this."

"One day. Maybe."

"Just don't use my name. My momma would whoop my ass across three state lines."

More laughter.

We looked at the men. Nothing but the syncopation of heavy breathing came from them.

We chuckled.

Kiki Sunshine sat up, rubbed her breasts, made a sound like she was old and in pain.

I asked her if she was okay. She nodded and laughed. She was sore. I knew how she felt. I ached the same way. Nipples hurt. My yoni wanted a Motrin. So did my ass. They were satisfied and yet they wanted more. Plus I ached from the ten-mile run. My eyes went to the window. The skies were overcast but the raining had ceased. No more thunder. Kiki Sunshine made it to her feet, yawned, and headed toward the bathroom, her love-hangover sashay making her stagger and use the wall to keep herself up. I found enough energy to sit up while she made her potty call. Sat up and looked at Karl. At Mark. Watched them sleeping so hard. Wondered who would wake up first. Wondered if they woke up, would the Kings of the Re-Fuck want to pick up where they left off last night. Wondered if I could handle any more pain and plea sure. Had to ask myself if I could live this way. Had to ask myself where this would go from here. This was fun. Last night had been fun. Every moment since I had met Mark and Karl had been sexual and fun. But I couldn't live this way. This was too good. This could be addictive.

When Kiki Sunshine came out of the bathroom I went inside and showered.