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for a few seconds: his father smoking a cigarette and holding Kevin up to see a fireworks display. Kevin wanted the memory to stir some sentimental emotion but it didnt. His father had left him when he was five and though he didnt harbor a grudge, Kevin also didnt possess any desire to see the man again. The fireworks were always a psychological symbol of the abandonment. Even so, 26 Piecemeal June Kevin felt numb if anything. His put his cheek to the sex doll pieces. They were sweating again. The musky feminine odor slipped into Kevins nostrils and his brain switched to masturbatory mode. He dry humped the foot while covering his face with the hand, glancing up now and again to look at the picture. Sweat from the palm streaked across his face. The glass eyes stared at him and he reached orgasm as he looked into it, becoming entranced with the blue swirls. From behind him Mithra ran out of the kitchen carrying a tarot card in his mouth. He jumped onto the bed and dropped it in front of Kevin. The Ace of Wands, huh? Kevin stroked the cat and picked up the card. Dont you know that youre the only one who knows what these mean? I didnt read the book yet, kid. Mithra answered with a pigeon sound and then ran back into the kitchen. A minute later he came back slowly, dragging something. Kevin looked over. Mithra was lugging a human head covered in long, shimmering brown hair. The eye sockets were two shallow holes that screamed for sight. The cat dropped the head on the floor in front of the bed. Kevin grabbed the glass eyes and delicately inserted them into the sockets. Each of the eyes went in with a sexy, whispery POP! Christ on a crutch, Mithra. Kevin instantly regretted having just masturbated. 27 CHAPTER FIVE Simon, the God of Whores, walked into his fortress in the city of Om-Am. Though most of the citizens considered it a holy place, Simon himself had a lot of self-doubt. He had worked hard throughout his long life to reach his present level of consciousness and being; despite this accomplishment, he never lost humility. Though many called him God of Whores, he knew in his heart that he would always be simply Simon. He stared at his harem. The room was practically a quivering mass of patchwork flesh. Limbs and orifices were tangled in pretzel-like patterns surrounded by centuries-old artwork that covered the walls. Simon walked up to a new member of his harem, a body that possessed five arms, three legs, and a plethora of holes, each awaiting some sort of insertion. With a grunt of approval, Simon took out his penis and stuck it in between what looked like an armpit and an elbow. Adjacent to the elbow was a pink, hairy anus. Simon wet his finger and stuck it in; digging deep in order to see what the Women of the Gati had hidden up there. They were always playing jokes on him, stuffing jade statuettes, gold rings, and sometimes even teeth deep inside anuses, mouths, ears, vaginas, and urethras. Simon really loved the Women; they were excellent workers and were eternal mothers at heart. His own mother had died during childbirth and so all of the bearded Women of the Gati served as surrogates, providing 28 Piecemeal June guidance and sustenance throughout his life. Simons finger probed the anus: no such luck. This time the Women did not hide any prize inside the asshole. Simon was mildly disappointed but was relieved to find that the colon itself was filled with sores that were on the verge of busting. I wonder what disease will sneak out. I could use another one. The very thought of a disease or infection made his erection grow harder. With some more spit and some elbow grease, Simon started to fist the asshole until he was up to his forearm. The gaping hole farted pus and sore juice as Simon fucked the armpit. He threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling painting. The painting was a classic one: a black vehicle made of metal and hair being driven by a giant fish. In the backseat, a man and a woman waving, the mans head