Love Makes my Eyeballs Throb

That night I had a hard time getting to sleep.
I couldn't stop thinking about the bizarre situation
that I found myself in. Also I was very worried
about Patty. She was a killer after all and what
guarantee did I have that she wouldn't try to kill
me while I slept? I got up for the third time and
made sure my bedroom door was locked.

Things had actually gone very well but the weed
had worn off and I was left with the paranoia.
Thing is, I wasn't that convinced that it was just
paranoia. Damn. I mean, this was unlike any
fucking thing in my scope of experience. There
were little things that bugged me too. Like when
I was showing Patty to the guest bedroom, she
opened her suitcase and I noticed she had a
vibrator and a big black dildo packed in there.

"They let you have stuff like that in jail?" I asked.
"That must have been a very liberal lockup."

"Yeah," Patty answered. "That's why I'm better
now, they don't punish you so much as they ask
you to ask yourself hard questioins...or something
like that. Know what I mean Peter?"

"Oh yeah, I think I do," I lied.

We didn't talk much after that. She said she was
tired and prowled through my books until she
found something she liked. Then she went back
into the bedroom and closed the door. I didn't
really feel like cooking. I ordered pizza and we
ate a few slices before calling it a night. I made
a few calls and then went to bed. I heard her
moving around for a little while...then quiet. Now
I had time to think, and I did a helluva lot of just
that. First thing come monday morning I was gonna
take Patty out to help her look for her own place,
I couldn't spend my nights worrying about maybe
waking up dead.

Next morning was a sunday. Patty exited the
bedroom dressed modestly in a house coat. She
showered before I did. She left the bathroom
in good shape. Even raised the toilet seat for me.
That was pretty cool. Patty always was a considerate
person like that. My new houseguest looked nice
too. She had put on some shorts and a pretty,
loose fitting t-shirt. Her legs were still muscular and
slender. Just the way I like.

I was going to cook breakfast but she insisted on
doing the chore. "It's been awhile, I really would
like to Peter...I got to get back in the swing sooner
or later ya know." I shrugged and went to watch
Scooby Do. It was a funny one and it made me
laugh. I felt pretty good for a guy with only three or
four hours sleep.

Breakfast was great. I complimented her and she
gave me a very nice smile. "Anything special you
would like to do today?" I asked. "After all it is your
first big day of freedom...first entire day anyhow."

"I feel kinda weird," Patty replied. "Sort of like I
need to take it all in kinda slow. Maybe we could
just hang out here today and talk a little...got any
good videos we could watch?"

"I got a few, what are you in the mood for?"

"Hmmm, how about something edgy...I got another
joint we could burn."

That didn't sound to bad to me...

We watched the Val Kilmer flick The Salton Sea.
Patty seemed to really like it which pleased me a
bunch. We only took a couple of puffs each off the
joint...deciding to save the rest for later. It was killer
so that was all we needed anyhow.

Afterwards we went outside to sip some tea on my
back deck. "It's really nice out here Peter, I like your
place a lot."

"Thanks, I bought it right after I got my first decent
job after college. I paid for it mostly with money
Dad left me. Mentioning Dad brought on a rather
long pause in the conversation. I guess Patty
sensed my discomfort because she changed the
subject.

"I remember how we used to do it out on the back
deck where you used to live."

"Yeah," I mumbled, a bit surprised at the sudden
turn in the dialogue.

"Hey," Patty said abruptly.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you remember that thing you used to wear
sometimes before and during us getting it on?"

"Errr....well, I think that....err. Well, the only thing
I ever wore...was, yeah I remember." Shit, I felt
a thrill run up through my asshole.

"What did you ever do with that thing...throw it
away. It was really cool. I thought about that a
lot you know. In prison, and even when I was
married."

I was starting to feel a bit sweaty. "I still have it,
it cost me a ton of cash. No way could I just throw
it away. Its one of a kind...I hang on to stuff like
that. You never know, someday I might wear it...
you know, wear it to one of those weird conventions
or something." I felt suddenly edgy and irritable.
The subject was a bit embarrassing...Dammit to
fucking hell!

Patty's eyes lit up with a very strange glow. She
reminded me of a kid on Christmas day...or
something else equally weird.

"That is just so fucking cool Peter. Damn, I can't
believe it. I don't suppose you kept it because of
me did you? You don't have to answer that of
course. Its just...its just that I have these fantasies
sometimes you know. And that thing you used to
wear is one of my favs...I know its weird. Shit, I
mean its only natural don't you think, holding on
to something that gives one great memories?"

Somehow, the way she talked made me feel less
embarrassed. I smiled. "What about the thing
you wore? I got some fond memories of that also?"

"Oh shit, I had almost forgotten. I don't recall
what I did with that...hmmm?"

"I have it too, you left it in my room...the last time
we used it."

"Peter Brady, you have got to be shittin' me man,
I mean no fucking way!"

I shrugged. "Well, like I already said. I paid big
bucks for that stuff. No sense in throwing it in
the trash or donating it to goodwill...I took good
care of them. Guess I'm just weird, but what the
fuck...I did it."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of Peter...that's
very fucking cool actually. That was one of the
things I adored about you...you are weird but in
some of the most wonderfully quirky ways."

"God Patty, you don't have to lay it on that thick,
its cool. I know I march to the beat of a retarded
drummer."

"You know, I think I know what I want to do tonight
afer all."

"Uh oh." I was freaking just thinking about what she
was maybe about to say.

"Yeah, and it has nothing to do with sex or anything
like that. I just think it would be cool in order to
give me some fresh perspective on things. Sort of
like theraphy ya know."

"Are you saying, you want to use those things again?"

"Yeah!...it would make the evening very interesting
don't you think? I feel sure it would help me forget
...some shit on my mind...you know? I mean, like,
how can you think of your problems while wearing
those things? We could think of it as a coming out
party...or whatever."

I rolled my eyes a bit. "I dunno...it sounds a bit to
wacked for me. A little crazy don't you think?"

"Peter, look me in the eyes and tell me that you
haven't worn that thing since the last time you
and I did it together."

I couldn't look her in the eye. Shit.

Patty smiled and touched me lightly on the arm,
"hey, its all good big boy. It made you feel better
when you wore it and that's just alright. So what
do you say...let's do it!"

"Ok," I answered hesitantly. " We'll do it tonight,
but I'll have to get wasted before."

Patty shrugged, "no problem stud, you got booze
and we still have most of the joint. It's a date then?"

"Yeah, its a date." I answered and stared off into
the distance. I felt excited, there was no denying
it...yet at the same time I felt that somehow I was
losing control of my own life. I wasn't sure how
that made me feel overall. It was all just moving
sorta to fast.

Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*Y*

That night you could cut the anticipation with
a dull knife. Patty shot me glances all through
the day that had my head swimming. We had
talked about the no sex involved thing and I
knew in my mind that that humpin' likely wasn't
going to happen. I was pretty sure Patty wasn't
ready for that and I can't say truthfully that I was
either. Taking Patty home with me was one thing
but taking her back as a girlfriend was another
little item altogether. I had to make sure she
wasn't totally nuts like I suspected...and besides,
I'm not at all sure that was what she wanted either.
And there was still the question of her killing my
Dad...how the fuck do you get around that for
crying out loud???

We killed the time as best we could, Patty read
and I watched the tube. It was agreed that the
best time would be 10 pm. Not to late but
everything should be nice and quite which helped
with the concentration and all. Around 9:15 I
brought the package and left it by her door. I
tapped lightly before heading to my own bedroom
to prepare. It felt so good to the touch. Smooth
and soothing sorta. And so fucking cool looking.
Damn!

I had been working out a couple of times a week
and had managed to turn a little lard into muscle.
The extra bulk made it fit better and I felt damn
good about that. At precisely 9:58 I peeked out
of my room to make sure I hadn't forgotten to
light the candles. Atmosphere was everything as
I'm sure you know.

At 10 I left my bedroom and walked down the hall
to enter the living room. Patty met me there...she
looked...incredible.

"Hello Daredevil, you're looking well I see," she said.
"Hello Hawkgirl, fancy running into you tonight."

"Yes," Hawkgirl answered, the thin yellow material
of her barely there top stretched tightly across her
surprisingly generous breasts. "What are the odds
against this happening...here like this?"

"A million to one," I answered.

"The city is quiet tonight," Hawkgirl said as she gazed
deeply into my eyes. "Why don't we forget about
all that out there, let the police handle things for
a change. I suggest we get wasted...and talk about
old times."

"Very well," I answered. "Allow me to prepare your
favorite drink."

"Please do," Hawkgirl replied. The way her beautifully
formed lips shaped the words was enough to
make a blind man take note. "I'll put something on
the stereo...classical of course"

"Naturally," I replied. Our breed only listen to classical.
That was just what very sophisticated and intelligent
people listened to. And if we hadn't of been very
sophisticated, intelligent, and altogether capable
individuals we would have never survived this long.

Make no mistake, the criminal element is oftentimes
clever to the point of evil genius. Those are the
ones we had to deal with most often. That's just
the way it is for a costumed hero...as if you had
to ask. You only survive if you're smarter, and if
you're not as smart...you'd best have good burial
insurance brother.