WyzWmn's World©

the sound: Van Halen – Ice Cream Man, Van Halen – Pretty Woman, Van Halen – You Really Got Me, Van Halen – Why Can’t This Be Love, Van Halen – Dreams, Van Halen – Can’t Stop Lovin You, Van Halen – Jump, Van Halen – Hot For Teacher, Van Halen – Running with the Devil

I awaken some time later and as my bladder is ever the boss, get out of bed and stumble into the bathroom. I relieve myself and then stick my head in the sink to suck a gallon or two of water up.

I stand up and look at myself in the mirror and decide that the only way to look and feel better is a shower. I realize yet again that someone has undressed me as I climb into the largest shower compartment I have ever seen. The shower proved to be such a lovely decision that I am hard pressed to not just stay there. The pounding water relaxes me and the heat makes me feel safe and cozy.

The idea of developing a close personal relationship with one of the showerheads crosses my mind just before my eyes snap open in horror at the thought of someone walking in. I finish the shower, and spend some time combing and braiding my hair before leaving the bathroom, all the while in serious conversation with myself about paying attention and minding my own business till I can get outta here.

As I returned to the bedroom I discover my clothes on the floor and quickly dress as my stomach starts to growl. I know, oh so well, that at this stage of the hangover process the only thing for me was to eat toast and drink barrels of coffee.

I pull open the door of the bedroom and tiptoe down the hallway towards the living room. No one is there. As I enter the living room I recognize the intense smell of coffee so instead of heading towards the front door I veer towards the other end of the house and what I hoped was the kitchen.

As I cross the huge living room I begin to hear voices and as I entere the room my eyes take in 6 or 7 women sitting at the table. On the table is a large clear tub the size of a fish cooler and in front of each woman there was a pile of empty capsules. The bin seems to contain an exceptionally large amount of white floury like powder.

Almost as one they stop talking and turned to look at me and I try to pull my eyebrows down and look less surprised…

“oh, uhm hi!” I said…”is there coffee?”

The dark hair woman at the end of the table facing me nods towards the pot on the counter to her left and then goes back to scooping powder out of the metal scoop in front of her into a capsule and sealing it, then dropping it into a pail beside her on the floor.

Almost as one all of the women start working again and the buzz of their renewed conversation and laughter surrounded me. I find a cup and pour myself a coffee and then turn to look at the fridge. “Cream’s in the door, sugar’s to the right of the stove.” some said over their shoulder not even bothering to look at me.

“thanks” I mumble as I glance furtively at what they were doing before I open the fridge to get the cream and spotted a loaf of bread. “Is there a toaster?” and someone nods at the cupboard beside the fridge.

I pull out the toaster, plugg it in and drop in the bread, pushing down the lever. I turn to watch the women at work.

The dark haired lady at the head of the table said “ever seen this done?” over her shoulder to me.

I nodded and then remembered that she likely couldn’t see me. “Mesc, and MDA” I replied as I leaned against the cupboard sipping coffee. “how come yer not wearing gloves?”

“Do this long enough and you don’t need to…yer just fucked up full time” the young blonde woman to her left giggled.

The dark haired woman shot her a look and advised me that it was a safety measure…as long as they were ‘capping’ they’d be high enough to not take off.

“Safety for whom” I wondered.

the sound: Alice Cooper – Ballad of Dwight Fly, Alice Cooper – Desperado, Alice Cooper – Dirty Diamonds, Alice Cooper – Freedom, Alice Cooper – Lace and Whiskey, Alice Cooper – I Never Cry, Alice Cooper – Only Women Bleed, Alice Cooper – Welcome to My Nightmare, Alice Cooper – Dead Babies

Sometime during the day we returned to the house. I barely remembered being poured into the back seat of the mustang and Boomer laughing to Robert about how if he was lucky I wouldn’t puke all over the back of him on the way home.

I lay very still trying to suss out exactly where I was. The room was virtually devoid of sound but was spinning like mad. I barely cracked one eye open and realized I was in the big bed at the farm house again. I slid my hand over my hip and realized someone had undressed me.

My eyes snapped open and my head rocked from side to side. I realized 2 things immediately…one that I was alone, and two that I was going to throw up. I made it to the commode and when I was done I welcomed the cool of the floor against my bottom as I wept my fear out.

In time, as I started to calm down and cool off and rose to wash my face. I looked myself over in the mirror and was appalled at what I saw. I wasn’t looking my usual ‘perky’ self…and I felt worse than the bottom of a bird cage.

I stumbled back into the bedroom and climbed back up onto the bed discovering the nightgown in the process and pulling it over my head. I climbed under the covers as the sniffles began again and I chided myself to remember that I was an adult now and that I really should have paid attention.

I lay there for a while as bits and pieces of the night before began to come to me. I have a vision of myself standing on the bar dancing and laughing my arm around Rosie and her laughing too…both of us hanging on to the neck of a bottle of tequila.

I remembered standing at a pool table while BarnYard was trying to take a shot, but that he was pissed as a rat so every time he took a shot I hollered “fore” and we all ducked!

I remember playing pinball and having a riot until some unknown assailant walked up behind me and damn near picked me up offa the floor by the right check of my ass, asking me if I’d like to “ride him?”

And I remember swinging around and pushing him away and hollering at him with my finger stuck under his nose about showing respect to women…and then the pride I felt when the guy got kinda google eyed and turned and slunk away.

I remembered in my drunken stupor feeling like I was on top of the world cos I’d shown him and he’d listened. Yup on top of the world right till I turned around and spotted the virtual bank of over 6 ft tall flesh standing behind me with their arms crossed and their club colors on.

I groaned. Surely it can’t be any worse than that?

I remembered feeling suddenly and utterly sober when LittleMan, WonderWoman, Robert and I were sitting at a table and LittleMan said to me…”I hear it’s your birthday” as he pulled his handgun out of his shoulder holster.

My eyes grew big as he reverently placed the gun on the table before me and in a calm voice almost devoid of humanity, said to me…”ya pick anyone of dese muthafuckas in dis place and I’ll do’im for ya fer yer birthday present”

And I remembered having to fight myself to keep from looking at Robert who was keeping me here or Boomer who’d got me into this mess in the first place at that particular moment.

“oh my god” I groan as it occurs to me that not only do I feel like I may die, but I probably could have if I’d said the wrong thing at the wrong time!