“Plane?”
“Ultralight.”
She pushed his cock inside her, and it was cold and dry in there, like liver left overnight on a drainboard. Still, he found himself ready. At this point, he would have gouged a hole in a turnip.
She kissed him on the ear and alongside the neck; cold little kisses, dry as toast.
“…thinks I don’t know… But I know he doesn’t love Jesus… He loves himself, and power… He’s sad about his nose…”
“I bet.”
“Did it in a moment of religious fervor…before he lost the belief… Now he wants to be what he was… A scientist. He wants to grow a new nose…know how…saw him grow a finger in a dish once…grew it from the skin off a knuckle of one of the brothers… He can do all kinds of things.”
She was moving her hips now. He could see over her shoulder into the mirror against the wall. Could see her white ass rolling, the black habit hiked up above it, threatening to drop like a curtain. He began to thrust back, slowly, firmly.
She looked over her shoulder into the mirror, watching herself fuck him.
There was a look more of study than rapture on her face.
“Want to feel alive,” she said. “Feel a good, hard dick… Been too long.”
“I’m doing the best I can,” Wayne said. “This ain’t the most romantic of spots.”
“Push so I can feel it.”
“Nice,” Wayne said. He gave it everything he had. He was beginning to lose his erection. He felt as if he were auditioning for a job and not making the best of impressions. He felt like a knothole would be dissatisfied with him.
She got off of him and climbed down.
“Don’t blame you,” he said.
She went behind the wheel and touched some things on the upright. She m
ounted him again, hooked her ankles behind his. The wheel began to turn. Short electrical shocks leaped through him. They weren’t as powerful as before. They were invigorating. When he kissed her it was like touching his tongue to a battery. It felt as if electricity was racing through his veins and flying out the head of his dick; he felt as if he might fill her with lightning instead of come.
The wheel creaked to a stop; it must have had a timer on it. They were upside down and Wayne could see their reflection in the mirror; they looked like two lizards fucking on a window pane.
He couldn’t tell if she had finished or not, so he went ahead and got it over with. Without the electricity he was losing his desire. It hadn’t been an A-one piece of ass, but hell, as Pop always said, “Worse pussy I ever had was good.”
“They’ll be coming back,” she said. “Soon… Don’t want them to find us like this…Other tests to do yet.”
“Why did you do this?”
“I want out of the order… Want out of this desert… I want to live… And I want you to help me.”
“I’m game, but the blood is rushing to my head and I’m getting dizzy. Maybe you ought to get off me.”
After an eon she said, “I have a plan.”
She untwined from him and went behind the wheel and hit a switch that turned Wayne upright. She touched another switch and he began to spin slowly, and while he spun and while lightning played inside him, she told him her plan.
9
“I think ole Brother Fred wants to fuck me,” Calhoun said. “He keeps trying to get his finger up my asshole.”
They were back in their room. Brother Fred had brought them back, making them carry their clothes, and now they were alone again, dressing.
“We’re getting out of here,” Wayne said. “The nun, Sister Worth, she’s going to help.”