Jake is taking so long to come that Francine wonders if she should charge him rent for the use of her vagina. Bored and sore, her mind wanders away from the sexual action to a philosophical reaction. If Jake is a tenant in part of her body, then isn't she also a tenant of the whole body in a way? What's the difference between a corpse and living person? Is the mind or soul an accidental byproduct of physical processes, or is Francine, whoever or whatever she is, also just passing through her body? And isn't she, and Jake, and everyone really, just passing through the world? Other people passed through before and bore them, just as someday she too would pass on, and then future people would pass on through the world (With the world's population of humans increasing literally every second, Francine doesn't plan on bearing any herself, though, present moment excluded, she generally enjoys the traditional process of making them). In a way, they were or are or will be all tenants of the world. People might delude themselves into thinking they owned a piece of the Earth, but in reality they are just occupying a space until someone else comes along. And someone else seems to always come along.
Now if only Jake would come along before Francine's leg starts to cramp.
While Jake continues to pump away, Francine looks around at her room. How many people had lived in this room before, looked out this window, leaned upon these walls, walked upon this floor? Had sex here? Francine knows that the house belonged to Donald's family, but who lived here before them? At nearly a century old, the house likely had at least one other family live in it before. And before that, what early settlers or native Americans or animals resided on the land, or if nomads, passed on through this spot? She imagines possibilities, but one thing they shared in common is that they all had passed on, or merely moved on. And, of the three or four generations of Donald's family, only he still lived here. How long before he left too? Or Francine left? Who will live in this room after her?
Her right leg starts to cramp so she and Jake roll over and try a new position. Francine looks into he lover's eyes and wonders what it means to be a tenant, to be an occupant of the world. Shouldn't they take good care of things since they'll eventually be passing them on? Yes, she decides, they should. In fact, the best they can do is to take care of the house and pass it on to others. The same goes for the Earth, and all the things on it. Try to pass them on in good condition to future tenants. It's a shame so many people only think of themselves and not on whom their actions affect. Though it's not always bad to think of oneself either, Francine thinks, as she starts to finger herself. One just needs to remember that one isn't the only person on this ride called life.
Well, as far as we can tell anyway, she adds as sounds start coming out of Jake's mouth. The sounds start to rise in pitch. His thrusts speed up as well. Francine knows that means he's near the finish line. As Jake slows down, pulls out, and collapses on the bed beside her, Francine thinks, "Finally! I'm tired. Also, I'm hungry now."
Her stomach needs new tenants.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel, which is available in print and as an ebook.
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