"You just rebel against everything.
How are you going to survive?
I don't know. I am already tired."
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Adaline unhooks her brazier, then opens a car compartment. She pulls out a CD album: All this or Nothing, by The Psychedelic Furs and sets it to track 4, Sister Europe. Carlton is undressing himself, patiently. His school uniform, with the silly insignia of a red moon, lay on the headboard. His jeans are rolled completely off, as Ada emerged from her pearl, recalling Botticelli's The Birth of Venus. His arousal deepened, as Ada started swaying towards him, in mastery of their limited space.
Broken on a ship of fools.
Even dreams must fall to rules.
So stupidly.
Words are all just useless sounds.
Carlton buries his face in her head of slashing flames. Kissing her neck like a wildebeest catching the ends of a scent trail. Her breast offered safe passage for his strong inhales, mapping the trip for primal seduction. As the psychedelic music ran, she felt each note play under her skin. And her body was being summoned by a wild ancestral lust, making contact with a primordial sexual-self.
A plane would fly overhead rather low. But its powerful engines did not interfere with their flight into higher planes of entry and reentry.
"School is over soon. They will see us."
"I hope so, Ada, I feel guilty not sharing you."
"How was the job interview?"
Ada returned a hard kiss and hid behind each shoulder to kiss him there.
"I was hired on the spot," Carlton said, pulling back his body, to have a glance at the universe, concentrating all of heaven's light, on Adaline's charming form.
"I called it. I am so proud of you, Carlt."
Ada lays back on her seat, reclining so as to generously catch the light from their tinted windows. The noon-sun hid behind a storm as clouds were in debate of how to tax and disenthrall the young lovers inside a burrowed car, in the parking lot of their high school.
Carlton went on his knees and sailed his dreamless tongue through Ada's coastlines, overdosing in their version of give and take. A canister slid from under the passenger seat, and hit Carlton on the knee. Halting his expedition of Ada, he took hold of the canister, pops the lid, and took a whip.
"Scotch."
He took a swig and passes it to Ada as she sat up and fixed her seat.
"God Bless you, Richo."
She takes a shot and laughs at Carlton's fullness. Taking pride of her affections for a man she sincerely is overjoyed to share herself with. He makes for the back seat and lays there. One hand behind his head, the other pressing a button which opens the window halfway. Ada met him in the back and produced a cigarette for him. Lights it as the scotch sets in. She lays beside him, and he'll cover her with his protective arms. They were melting on each other.
"There is an Islam saying."
"Hmm," Carlton exhaled, making smoke pass through Ada's long locks of fiery wool.
"Trust in God. But tie your camel," Ada would say, making Carlton laugh insidiously loud, pulling a torn blanket over him and Ada.
"Am I the camel in this scenario?" he'd ask, inside their love cave.
