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II.A Rainy Morning Not Spent at the High School Dance
"Hi!" Xe said, standing shyly in the doorway. She had a bunch of flowers from the gift shop in one hand, a mylar helium balloon and a card in the other. She looked like she would, if possible, sink into the floor tiles.
"Hey!" Dolly answered from the bed, a bright brittle feel to her voice and expression. "Come on in. Have a seat." She waved with false nonchalance toward the uncomfortable armchair carefully placed too far from her bedside. The air conditioning was cranked. Dolly was wrapped up in a housecoat and all the covers, a protective barrier of cloth between her and Xe Doll.
They shuffled past one another, high-school dance shy.
"Brought you some flowers," Xe said gracelessly, looking as if she wanted to just toss them somewhere, but wasn't quite sure if that were the right thing to do.
Dolly accepted them with a somewhat more polished manner, sniffed them politely and smiled and laid them aside on her meal tray stand. She took the balloon from Xe and tied the curling ribbon tether to the headboard of her bed, then opened the card and read it, allowing Xe a chance to perch nervously in the chair.
"Thanks," Dolly said with quiet neutrality.
Xe went through an obvious internal debate with herself which Dolly observed out of the corner of her eye before she shuffled the chair closer to the bed.
Dolly rolled to the other side of the bed and set the card on the night stand. When she straightened again, she was subtly farther away from the edge of the bed nearest Xe Doll. She was not going to make this easy.
"So," she said suddenly.
"Yeah," said Xe, nodding. "So ..."
They sat there in silence for a minute then both spoke simultaneously:
"Heard you... Go ahead. No, you."
"Heard you got shot down in New Xenaland."
"Naw. I got shot in the shoulder." Dolly cracked a wide grin. She meant it as a smartass comment, but against her intentions, it broke the ice and Xe laughed.
"Yeah. Wouldn't want you gettin' shot in your New Xenaland," she snickered. "That could be real painful. Did they let you keep the bullet?"
"Trust you to ask that," Dolly said snarkily. "Didn't think to ask. Then or later. Been too busy, really, to think about it. I dunno if I could even get it, now. Might not have even kept it."
"Hmm." Xe replied in a what-next tone. "So. How they treatin' ya here?"
"Pretty good," said Dolly, wanting to imply that it could be better. "This is the VIP suite, ya know."
See how I've come up in the world since... "us" ended.
"Yeah," Xe snorted a goofy kind of agreement. "I could tell. Thought they would strip-search me before they'd let me in here."
"That's a pretty picture!"
Dolly got an image in her mind of Xe Doll spread up against a wall...
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Alright, bitch! Assume the position! Hands on the wall, feet back and spread 'em!
Xe Doll in brief, black lace underwear and heels, her back arched provocatively, her ass presented for the delectation of the person doing the strip search--who kept morphing into Dolly herself.
And Dolly was stroking the tender inner surface of the dark woman's thighs with her nightstick and strutting around her passive captive with an arrogant manner. Nice stuff, baby. And she ran her hand up the other woman's thigh, slipping her fingers under the lace and dipping into the secret moisture of the lace-cloaked mound between her thighs. Xe moaned and swayed her hips, her eyes closed, her lips parted ...
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Dolly started back to herself with a sharp intake of breath. She felt a slight flush of her skin and a growing sweaty slickness in her crotch. A slight sheen of perspiration dampened her temples and upper lip. She was sure she was flushed and she felt a wave of heat pass through her, followed by a sudden, intense chill that made her shiver.
But Xe had one foot out in front of her tracing an abstract pattern on the floor by the bed. Her eyes were following her booted toe; she totally missed Dolly's brief departure into fantasy.
Dolly fanned herself with her hand and fought to bring her breathing and heartbeat back under control. She reached for her water glass, but she was farther away from the meal tray table than she expected. When she leaned over and actually grabbed the glass, she lost her balance and fell against the tray, knocking the wheeled table widdershins across the floor and spilling the water all over herself.
Galvanized by the sudden motion of the table, Xe leapt to her feet. She reacted with her own special alacrity and almost before the water had soaked into the front of Dolly's housecoat, she was standing the by the bed, a cloth in her hand, blotting at the spill.
Dolly looked up at Xe and was transfixed by the ice blue eyes. She froze...
Like a deer in the headlights. Like a dear with her highbeams, and she felt all of her erectile tissue go stiff on her just as her body tumbled out of her control.
I tried, Daddy, she thought as she flowed into Xe's hot embrace, I really did, but she drugged me. Hadda been drugs to make me feel all woozy like that.
The last thing she could remember clearly was Xe's mouth on hers, devouring her lips and tongue with the hunger of long separation.
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(Part B)
The whole front of Dolly's body ached. It was a good ache, though. Her flesh still trembled from the fire that had raged in her. She breathed a satisfied groan and rolled into Xe's side, cradling her head on the taller woman's shoulder.
"I forgot what it was like with you," she whispered, feeling the heat of her breath against Xe's skin coming back into her face magnified by the other's warmth.
"That's funny. You never knew. I can't remember a single time we made it--before--when we were both sober."
"Mmm," Dolly affirmed, wiggling into the nest she was burrowing out for herself under the strong arm. "Doin' alright, now."
"Yeah," said Xe in a long, drawn out sigh. Then with sudden decision, "We need to talk."
Dolly sat up just as suddenly. "Why do I hate that phrase, even when I'm saying it?"
"Maybe because it implies that somewhere down the line, you've failed to communicate something clearly," Xe said. She lifted a leg and used its leverage to roll herself upright then sideways, sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to Dolly.
Now this is a familiar pose, Dolly thought. Me sitting in the middle of the bed and her with her back to me. Only difference is I'm not crying this time.
Xe sighed and stooped to pick up her jockeys off the floor, stepping into them and snapping the elastic waistband neat with a smooth economy of movement. Then she turned and face Dolly, arms akimbo. The lean muscularity of her lanky body still excited Dolly, just not as much any more.
"We didn't part on the best of terms," Xe began.
Well, duh! We sure have a genius for the obvious!
"We need to get past that."
"What does that mean?" Dolly's belly was gnawing on its own lining.
"Look." Xe broke off with a sigh released through her nostrils. She took a couple of breaths, each one sounding as though she was going to speak, then let go without any words coming out.
She stepped toward the foot of the bed and picked up her sleeveless undershirt from where it was draped over the metal railing. "I know... I know I'm no good for you. We just don't mix right. You're happy with... with him. I don't want to fuck that up for you. I'm glad for you. I really am." Then she stopped. She just looked at Dolly almost as if she was seeing the smaller woman for the first time.
"What?" Dolly demanded.
"You could have had any tits you wanted. Why the fuck did you pick those?"
Dolly looked down at her own breasts. She cupped them in her hands with an odd clinical detachment. "I don't know. It just seemed like a good idea at the time."
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They were looking through the computerized database of attributes that Redpath had put at their disposal. It was still very strange to Drummond to sit at a desk and talk to a twelve-inch-tall plastic figure standing on the desk next to the monitor. Stranger still to be designing a flesh-and-blood body for her from a database of genetic attributes. Every time she spoke or he spoke to her, he shook his head in wonder. He was fast coming to love the adamantine spirit that was housed in the small, plastic body.
"So what are these letters?" They were looking at breasts.
"Those are cup sizes."
"Cup? I thought a cup was eight ounces...?" then the light dawned, "Oh. Like bra cups, huh?"
"Yep. Double-A is the smallest and then A is bigger, then B, and so-forth."
"The letters only go up to FF. Is that all the bigger boobs get?"
"No. They get a lot bigger. Ridiculously bigger. You don't want to go there. You should pick a size that you feel comfortable with. But more important than size is the shape. You should have pretty tits."
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"You let him pick your tits?" Xe was incredulous.
"Well, sort of."
Xe shook her head. "I don't get you."
"Well, there wasn't anybody else willing to help me, as I recall. Drummond was there for me when the rest of you were making fun of me and telling me I was stupid to want to try. He encouraged me and helped me make my dream come true. I notice you weren't too proud to follow in my footsteps once I figured it out."
Xe sighed. "Yeah," she admitted. "You're right. I should have been there for you. One more in a long line of deep regrets." She looked Dolly in the eye and her mouth quirked in a small forgive-me wince.
Dolly's head fell a little to one side and she tch'd and sighed.
"Oh, Xe, Don't have regrets! They don't change anything and they just make you bitter. You can't go back and change what's gone by. You have to live with it. Why beat yourself up about it, too?"
"Well, before today, it would have been because I was feeling sorry for myself. But I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I've come to a lot of conclusions."
Her voice faded off to silence and she got a zillion yard stare in her eyes. Dolly watched her for a very long time, almost reading her mind as she recapitulated her conclusions, and came to a few herself.
"I think you'll be good for each other," she said at last with some finality.
"What?" Xe came back to the here and now slowly, her head turning as though geared down until her eyes focused on Dolly's face.
"That's what you wanted, wasn't it? My blessing?"
Xe sighed and then smiled. "Yeah. I guess you're right. That's what I wanted. Needed."
"You got it, sister."
Ordinarily, authors don't publish their "trunk" stories — those stories they cannot or will not sell. But these stories of the Dolly Apocrypha were effectively written in public. They were composed in 1500-word chunks, as posts on a mailing list. They have been on the Web almost since they were first written. Withholding them now would be kind of churlish. And... I hope that they can bring a few people some joy.
Recent developments in the publishing arena make it feasible for me to publish these stories without having to face the gatekeepers of the publishing industry in New York. Leaving aside the question of whether this is wise, I am pleased to let it be known that I am preparing to publish a heavily revised version of the Apocrypha — call it Apocrypha 2.0 — in ebook formats (Kindle, Nook, et al) sometime before the end of 2012. Thus it is then that one may come to think of the stories as they have been published on the Web these last 12 years as the first draft of what someday will be the final version of the Dolly Apocrypha. Sometime also in 2012, I hope to have paper edition(s) available as well. Watch this space and at BabyTrollBlog
Also sometime in the future (I hope in the NEAR future), Dolly and I will seek professional publication of The Dolly Canon — stories purpose-written for publication, at (one hopes) a higher level of quality and professionalism. Friends have read the stories as they stand: Geppetto's Log, Genesis, Armed Citizen, The Omega Trilogy (Deicide in Irian Jaya, You Could Spend Years, The Next Story). All have much work to be done on them to bring them to an acceptable level of quality. I offer this here in the hopes that these will expand beyond the mere 15 pastiches here into an admirable body of work. Additionally, all of the thought I have put into this whole ball of wax has persuaded me that there may be yet a THIRD story arc — call it the Continuing Adventures of Gabrielle Dolly — and a FOURTH — call those The Adventures of Gabrielle Godslayer. As I say, watch this space and the blog.
Content: Being as this is created by and for fans of a violent television show that had a notorious following of people who are interested in sex, (as if there is anybody who is not interested in sex), it's a pretty safe bet that, even though this story is not about the characters in the show, there's plenty of both. There is also some language that some may find offensive and will tut-tut about. Too bad. That's what the off-button is for. Nobody is forcing you to read this. Exercise your freedom of choice. Everybody else: enjoy!
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