No one knew that Lena was violent.
Those naturally inclined to sex are also naturally inclined to violence; I am not sure why the dichotomy exists but it does.
Now Lena had spent her whole life naturally drawn to sex and consequentially gained much attention for her behavior. However, Lena had willfully sacrificed nearly all of this behavior because of this single man from the deep deep south. Her ample emotional energy, therefore, was redirected from the sexual part of her mind to the violent one. In fact these were the only two sides of Lena's mind.
Lena's natural violent tendencies had always been pacified by a consistent stream of lovers. Now her hands held kitchen knives a little tighter and her shoes were all spiked with pointed heels.
At first the change startled her.
She went swimming one night with a group of Canadians she had met at a birthday party. Lena felt there was something different about her interactions with these men but she wasn't sure what had changed.
"We have a surprise for you," one of them said. "Alice."
"Who is Alice" she asked.
"You are going to love her."
"You will get along great."
Lena hated meeting other women. But the night was hot and she had been promised booze and cool water.
When the group arrived at the pool, they told Lena to undress and wait for them by the water while they fetched Alice. Lena had no bathing suit so she wore only a bra and panties. She removed the outer layers of her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself. She waited for the Canadians to return. She closed her eyes and reclined on a beach chair.
"Lena" they said after a few minutes. "We present to you Alice."
Lena opened her eyes. The Canadians were in the pool and a wet sensation overcame Lena's toes.
Lena stood up and the towel around her body slid to the ground. She bent down and picked up the tiny puppy nibbling at her feet.
"Hello Alice" she said.
Lena walked the length of the pool with the puppy in her arms. She felt the eyes of every Canadian following the two bodies.
Lena did not feel sexy.
Lena felt terrifying.
It was at that moment, almost naked by the pool with a puppy in her arms, that Lena realized the men had given her the thing in order to look at her without being frightened. She had been tempered with soft black fuzz and pitiful whimpers. She dropped the puppy on the ground and stared back at the men.
When Lena arrived home that night she scrawled something in ink above her bed.
Lena smiled. The grip on her pen loosened.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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very nice. nice treat. thanks kel.
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