The room was bathed in fanned rays of yellow mild, the glare of the
streetlight outdoors the window solely partially shuttered out by the Venetian
blinds. It wasn’t a very cluttered or fancy room; bunk mattress at one
finish, desk on the different, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and
bookshelves. The partitions have been gray cinderblock, and the ground was
institutional brown tile, a alternative of a sensible moderately than esthetic
nature. However that wasn’t to say that the room had no character; removed from
it. It wasn’t simple for a lowly teenager to make a dent within the
Institution’s effort to create nameless conformity, but it surely might be
performed. The middle of the ground was coated by an enormous Persian rug, and the
partitions have been adorned with Roger Dean landscapes: right here an ethereal stone
staircase over a cloudy sky, there a desert island floating within the clouds,
and over there an enormous mesa, a lake at its prime, sheeting down water on all
sides. And there weren’t many different rooms within the constructing that might have
had furnishings like that subsequent to the desk: a keyboard stand with a small
synthesizer, a pair of boxy guitar amps, an exquisite outdated Les Paul on a
stand, and a hideously-customized outdated Rickenbacker bass beside it, a form
of “American Gothic” with guitars as a substitute of the outdated farmer and his spouse.
The bunk mattress was occupied, prime and backside, and delicate respiratory may
be heard from each of the beds. Up prime, two our bodies have been intertwined underneath
the thick blanket, sleeping the sleep of the beloved. Down beneath, a single
physique was stretched out and gently loud night breathing, head thrown again on the thick
pillow, legs and arms akimbo. Abruptly, a tiny rustling movement got here from
beneath the blanket on the decrease bunk. A small, shifting lump appeared underneath
the blanket, slowly and laboriously shifting throughout to the sting of the mattress.
On the edge, it hesitated, trembling, then cautiously nosed out from underneath
the covers.
The Bandit’s penis was going exploring.
It appeared to the left and proper, fastidiously sniffing the air for
something out of the unusual and listening for any unusual sound that may
imply bother. Happy ultimately, it gathered itself fastidiously, and jumped
frivolously down onto the carpet, glans first. It was an undignified technique to
land, that was for sure, but it surely knew from expertise that it was a hell
of loads nicer than touchdown on its balls. It scrambled upright and
instantly scurried to the safety of the bass on its stand, in case
somebody may see it. It paused for a minute or two, ready anxiously for
that deadly gasp or scream within the darkness. None got here.
Relieved, the Bandit’s penis started to discover its environment in
considerably higher consolation. It paused to lovingly stroke the underside of the
bass with its head, luxuriating within the really feel of the cool, clean lacquered
wooden towards its pores and skin. God, it cherished that instrument! It all the time wished
that the Bandit would play it bare considered one of nowadays, so it may really feel the
bass’s physique resonating towards it with out the Bandit’s thrice-damned pants
in the way in which. The insistent throb of the deep, highly effective notes was so erotic,
and there it was, stuffed right into a pair of BVDs whereas the Bandit bought to have
all of the enjoyable! Generally life simply wasn’t honest.
The Les Paul was close by, gleaming black within the evening. The Bandit’s
penis gazed up at it a bit fearfully, and questioned if Zero’s penis felt the
identical approach concerning the guitar that it did concerning the bass. It must
ask, sometime, however frankly it doubted if it had the braveness to place forth the
query. The Bandit’s penis was scared of Zero’s. So was each different
penis within the constructing. Or wherever else on the campus, for that matter.
The Bandit’s penis shivered on the considered assembly it out right here within the
darkish….
The penis appeared up on the synthesizer, and questioned on the flat black
metallic of its base. It was an odd one, that field. It shrieked, moaned,
wailed and thundered. Loads like Diva when she was coming, truly. The
Bandit’s penis chuckled at that one; Diva made him snort extra usually than
not.
Diva. The Bandit’s penis circled and squinted up by way of the
dim mild on the higher bunk. There, perilously close to the sting, was a
blanketed again, extensive and gently curved, and a beneficiant pair of buttocks
clearly outlined beneath the material. Zero was a fortunate man, that was for
certain. She was good, gifted, pleasant… nicely, to most individuals. The
Bandit’s penis shrank a bit as she considered the appears Diva gave the
Bandit. Why doesn’t she like him, it questioned. He certain likes her nicely
sufficient. Hmm, possibly that’s the issue. Effectively, it’s not my place to advise
him on such issues. Onward!
The Bandit’s penis sauntered underneath the music stand, and clambered into
the closet. There was the Bandit’s outdated laundry bag, smelling of sweat, and
grime, and…. Abruptly the penis stopped, stiffening, and sniffed deeply
on the bag. Good Lord above, it thought, there’s a pair of panties in
there! Now who within the heck–
Oh. Proper. Foolish of me.
The Bandit’s penis wilted fully and slumped right into a dejected heap.
Oh, rattling, it wailed, why’d I’ve to seek out these? She most likely put them in
there to be cleaned, the final evening they slept collectively, and he hasn’t
given them again but. Rattling!
It thought miserably of the fantastic heat nights by way of the winter
that the Bandit had spent with Teenie, earlier than she’d damaged up with him and
left him alone and chilly and depressing and attractive and annoyed and… it
may keep in mind each inch of her, her lengthy lustrous black hair with the
wonderful purple highlights that took her eternally to comb, her fantastic agency
lips that the Bandit wasn’t allowed to kiss too onerous as a result of she’d be too
sore to play the clarinet, her lovely breasts with their rosy-pink
nipples and just about nothing else to them, her slim, tight torso with the
razor-sharp hip bones, her– The Bandit’s penis sat up once more. Possibly it
wasn’t such a foul factor that she left in any case, it determined. The Bandit
can do higher. I hope.
It hopped down from the closet and waddled comically alongside the wall,
previous the dressers and mirror and again towards the mattress. Ah, it’s fantastic
to get out and about within the cool and quiet of evening! Pity the poor feminine,
whose privates by no means get out to see the world and get a little bit of train.
It did just a few somersaults, only for enjoyable, and rolled over to the foot of the
mattress. The primary faint mild of the rising solar was beginning to tinge the
stark yellow of the lights outdoors, and it glanced on the luminous dial of
the alarm clock close by to see what time it was.
It learn 6:57.
The Bandit’s penis was glad it didn’t have any vocal cords, as a result of it
would’ve screamed blue homicide proper then. Three minutes to seven? Pricey
GOD!
Frantically it waddled over to the tip of the mattress, cursing the ache in
its balls. Loads like strolling on sore toes, it supposed. Actually sore
toes, that’s. The bedclothes have been free and dangling nearly to the ground,
as normal; luckily the Bandit was a fairly sloppy hand at making beds.
It strained upward, and simply managed to hook itself within the little cusp of
the partially- tucked blanket. With a mighty heave, it levered itself up
to the extent of the matress. For a cut up second, it misplaced its stability, and
teetered on the sting of the mattress, visions of an extended fall proper onto its
balls enjoying grotesquely in its terrified creativeness, but it surely recovered
itself with a determined lunge and lay panting for just a few moments. The lump
underneath the covers shortly shuffled up the size of the mattress, between the
sprawlingly unfold legs, and stopped.
For maybe a half minute, all was nonetheless.
Then the alarm clock started to blare heavy metallic music at an ungodly
quantity, silenced a second later by a groggily-aimed fist smashing down on
the SNOOZE button. The Bandit remained frozen in midreach for a second,
physique half raised from the matress, then collapsed again into mattress.
Above him, he heard a moan, a lightweight kiss, indecipherable whispers.
Then a pair of shapely legs appeared over the sting of the mattress, adopted by
a meaty however well-rounded pair of buttocks, demurely clad in purple panties.
With a graceless thump, Diva dropped to the carpet and unexpectedly started to
costume. She didn’t flip round; the Bandit was watching her, and he or she knew
he was watching her, and what was worst, HE knew that she knew that he was
watching her and that wasn’t stopping him.
One other pair of legs, a lot skinnier and coated with hair, appeared at
the foot of the mattress, and ingerly circled, looking for footing. Zero
climbed all the way down to flooring stage, muttering, “Morning, Bandit. Sleep nicely?”
“No,” the Bandit responded. “Under no circumstances.” He scratched his groin and
swung his legs out from underneath the covers, smacking his lips distastefully
on the terrible layer of perdition in his mouth. He blinked, making an attempt to
keep in mind the fragments of one thing very close to, but too nebulous to the touch.
“I’m by no means going to sleep on a full abdomen once more,” he vowed wearily.
“Pizza with mushrooms and onions provides you the WEIRDEST goals!”
PART 1:
some introductions
Late January 1982
“I don’t need to begin like that. And once more…two, three, 4….”
“Maintain it, HOLD IT!” The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically,
making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow on the spastic diplay, however
willingly shut off the tape recorder.
“One thing the matter?”
“YES, God rattling your outsized beak!” The Bandit glared furiously at
Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nostril, which was fairly
frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it
rested, a little bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn’t have been misplaced on
a nickel.
“What’s it? And settle down, you appear like you’re about to blow up.”
“You promised me NO cliches and NO stuff stolen from different folks!”
“Effectively, after all not,” Zero replied, trying damage. “However we haven’t
even began enjoying but….”
“You already know rattling nicely what I imply!” The Bandit rewound the tape, nonetheless
obtrusive at Zero. “That ‘I don’t wanna begin like that’ line is straight
off of a Robert Fripp tune! Now, NO FRIPP!”
“It’s? Oh, so it’s.” Zero scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
“It’s from the prologue of his first album, isn’t it? The one which leads
into–”
“No, don’t begin! DON’T START! Otherwise you’ll set me off and we received’t get
ANYTHING recorded!” The Bandit waved him to silence. Zero grinned at him,
and started to play a lightning sequence of guitar chords, his palms shifting in
an inhuman blur. The Bandit was reaching to show off the amp, when the
door opened and Diva caught her head in.
“What on Earth are you two DOING?”
The Bandit stopped lifeless in his tracks, his scowl deepening. One factor
I don’t want proper now, he thought grimly, is the Diva on my case. As Zero
got here to the turnaround, the Bandit kicked within the drumbox at an
earshattering quantity, and spun round to face her with a large grin as he
joined Zero within the tune. To hell with composing, he thought gleefully.
I’d moderately torture Diva any day!
“You burn me up, I’m a Cigarette,
Seize my hand and I start to sweat
You make me nervous, oo woo, I’m nervous
This should be actual dangerous karma for this to be my dharma
With you-woo-woo….”
Diva appeared irritable, as she all the time did when the Bandit ever mentioned
something to her, and started to again out of the room. Abruptly one other face
appeared behind hers, blocking the way in which as she tried to look into the room.
Twink, making an attempt to be heard over the din, cried, “What’s the identify of–”
The Bandit’s gorge catapulted into his throat on the sight of her, and
his grin turned demonic as he aimed the following verse down her throat like a
whaling gaff.
“You burn me up I’m a cigarette,
Life with you is a dropping guess
You drive me loopy, eeyow, I’m going CRAZY!
Musical elation is my solely comfort
From you-woo-woo!”
Twink bit her lip and backed off, reddening, and Diva hustled out of
the room behind her, the slamming door unnoticed within the refrain.
“Strategic interplay irreducible fraction
Terminal inaction from a bitter hostile faction
I’m getting anxious
I’m FRANXIOUS
Transactional ailments are the one factor that pleases We….”
It took one other verse or two for the tune to wind down, by which period
the pounding on the door was sufficient to wake the lifeless. The Bandit was
laughing like a lunatic, and Zero’s usually placid smile was a great deal
wider than it ought to have been, as they set down their devices and
opened the door.
“Eeee, yessssss?” The Bandit requested, opening the door and batting his
eyelashes like Bugs Bunny in drag.
Conan gave the Bandit a giant grin, and mentioned, “Quiet or I’ll kill you.”
He flexed each muscle in his magnificent torso for emphasis. The Bandit,
who’d seen all of it earlier than, simply yawned.
“Oh, good day, Conan,” Zero volunteered. “Come to take a seat in?”
“I’ve come to squash you each like rotten grapes beneath my toes,”
Conan replied goodnaturedly. “Both you flip it all the way down to a civilized stage
otherwise you get forcefed your guitars.”
“Some persons are so sensitive,” The Bandit lamented.
“It’s our punishment for rooming with heathen,” Zero agreed. “What do
they learn about artwork, anyway?” He turned off the beatbox and the amp,
sighing.
Mollified, Conan turned on his heel and stalked again throughout the residing
room to the opposite double bed room within the quad. He gingerly stepped over
Starch, Lanky, Plaids, and Mimosa, who have been sitting and listening raptly to
the Rainbow Wizard, who was holding forth from his beanbag chair with one
arm gently caressing the graceful curve of Mary Magdalene’s hip. As he shut
the door, the Rainbow Wizard referred to as after him, “Thanks for quieting them
down, Conan. We couldn’t hear ourselves assume.”
“I didn’t shut them up in your sake,” Conan replied simply. “I would like
to get some sleep earlier than the graveyard shift.” His door slammed.
“Most individuals CAN’T hear themselves assume, Wiz,” the Bandit mentioned, his
urge for food for music instantly gone. “Simply because *you* can, don’t assume
that it’s important to everybody else. Moreover, who desires to hearken to grinding
gears anyway?”
“That’s pointless!” Lanky mentioned indignantly, sweeping an extended path of
black hair out of his eyes, his neckbell jingling as he moved.
“I simply bought completed *saying* that,” the Bandit retorted. “Particularly
when he can *scent* himself assume on the identical time! Peeyew! I practically referred to as
the Hearth Division; it smelled like a brief within the stereo!”
Zero made it some extent by no means to get entangled within the wrangling between
the Bandit and the Wiz, however he knew when factors have been scored. He let his
smile widen a bit, which was an actual outpouring of emotion for him. Mary
Magdalene truly smiled, although, and *that* was a serious tactical victory
for the Bandit.
The Bandit noticed the smile, and nodded, unexpectedly reaching for his coat.
“Let’s name it quits for a bit, Zero; it’s getting approach too silly for me in
right here.”
“Proper behind you, kemosabe,” Zero replied, fetching his coat and
scarf from the closet.
The Rainbow Wizard sighed loudly, half in anger on the Bandit’s
perspective, half in aid in getting him out of his hair for some time, however
Lanky wasn’t letting the Bandit get off that simply. “You must strive
listening moderately than poking enjoyable on occasion, Bandit. You may study
one thing. Wouldn’t that be a disgrace?”
“Each Messiah wants his Antichrist, Lanky m’boy,” the Bandit mentioned
gaily, zipping up his jacket. “In any other case, who’d the Devoted must blame
for his or her troubles?” He turned and headed out the door, Zero behind him.
“Bandit?”
The low, throbbing voice grabbed him by the crotch and did its greatest to
spin him round and pull him again, penis first. The Bandit’s again was
turned to the others, so no one noticed the flash of emotion in his face. Was
it anger, concern, or simply lust?
He circled casually, his face a impartial masks. “Yo?”
Mary Magdalene gave him her greatest smile, asking, “Don’t you put on the
neckbell I gave you? Even Zero and Diva put on theirs….”
The Bandit appeared sidelong at Zero, and gave him a poke within the chest.
No jingle, nonetheless muffled, answered the poke. “They do?”
Zero smiled at Mary Magdalene and mentioned softly, “We hold ours at Diva’s
place. No actual use in carrying them round right here.”
“However a neckbell is supposed to be worn, and for use, once you really feel
lonely or overlooked!” Mary Magdalene jingled hers frivolously, and was immediately
rewarded with a kiss from the Rainbow Wizard.
“Not an issue,” Zero mentioned mildly.
“Don’t really feel badly, Mary-Magazine,” the Bandit mentioned with a raffish grin. “I
put on mine on a regular basis. See?” He reached underneath his coat and hauled out the
tiny brass neckbell on its braided chain. He shook it gently.
It didn’t make a sound.
The Bandit grinned at her look of confusion, and mentioned, “I pulled out
the clapper. ‘Bye, now!” The door slammed on 5 shocked appears.
“Ain’t I a stinker?” The Bandit grinned.
“Absolutely the pits, kemosabe,” Zero agreed. “That was *actually* low.”
The pair bundled up as they walked down the corridor to the stairwell, and
down the few steps to the facet door. “It was value it,” the Bandit mentioned,
straightening his beret. “The look on that pompous shit’s face….”
“You actually damage Mary Magdalene’s emotions, although,” Zero reminded
him. “The Wiz wasn’t the one who gave you that bell; *she* was.”
“For her chilly borscht my coronary heart bleeds,” the Bandit growled. “If the
world trusted my concern for her emotions, Ronnie would’ve dropped the
bomb on Andropov already.”
“Oh, actually,” Zero mentioned mildly. “And what occurred to all that stuff
about ‘God, she’s lovely’ and ‘I want she’d a minimum of take note of
me’ and so forth and so forth?”
“Previous historical past,” the Bandit replied with ice in his voice. “I met her
two years in the past, earlier than both you or the Wiz began right here, and I’ll freely
admit that she knocked me flat on my ass. However she ended up moving into
this soulmate stuff with the Wiz earlier than I had an opportunity along with her, and for
that I owe him a giant debt of gratitude.”
“You? Owe the Wizard *something*? Why, for Set’s sake?”
“As a result of in rooming with the Wiz, which appeared like a damned good concept
on the time, please forgive me–”
“Lengthy since forgiven. Say on.”
“–I had an opportunity to see what’s happening inside her head. Man, it’s
*scary* in there!”
“There are crazier folks in Arcadia, Bandit.”
“I’m not so certain. That girl’s in her personal little fairy kingdom!”
The hard-packed snow crunched underneath their boots as they made their approach
throughout the gleaming white expanses of the Jap Quadrangle, previous the
Virgin Vault, the Roach Motel, and the Lovepile. Up forward, Scum Central
was already surrounded by a rising crowd of scholars, submitting in for
dinner.
“Don’t fear your pointed little cranium about it, Zero,” the Bandit
mentioned mildly, kicking the snow from his boots and shivering as he stepped
throughout the edge. “I’m leaving nicely sufficient alo–HEY! TEENIE!”
The thin younger lady by the coat rack appeared up like a frightened
deer, terror in her eyes. She took a half step again because the Bandit got here
over to her, smiling.
“H–hello, Bandit.” Her voice was a dry whisper.
“Hi there, sweetheart. Simply entering into to dinner?”
“Simply popping out.” She grabbed her coat from the rack, and shouldered
into it unexpectedly. “I’ve to recover from to the rehearsal corridor….”
“Hey, maintain on a second!” The Bandit’s forearm got here up, barring her
escape. “You’ve been avoiding me each probability you’ve had for practically a
month now. Whenever you mentioned you didn’t need to see me any extra, I allow you to go
with no questions requested, and albeit I’ve been *depressing* since then. I
love you and I miss you! Couldn’t you a minimum of give me a proof?”
“Simply depart me alone.” Teenie pushed previous him, not assembly his eyes.
He watched her hurry into the snow, his eyes tortured.
Zero, who’d been standing close by, shook his head. “Unhealthy karma, bro’.”
“No shit,” the Bandit muttered, his eyes nonetheless on the doorway. “What
the hell’s bought her so spooked?”
“No clue,” Zero mentioned mildly, doffing his coat.
“Multitudinous thanks for primarily nada,” the Bandit snapped.
“Mellow out. You’ll be so wound up we received’t have the ability to play after
dinner. Simply settle down and chill out, okay?”
The Bandit glared at Zero for a second, then sighed, his expression
softening. “Yeah, okay. You’re proper.” He walked over to the entryway
and ran his information card by way of the debit machine, then took a spot within the
meals line. “It might be worse,” he mentioned philosophically. “I may must
eat with–”
“HEEYOW! ZERO THE GUITAR HERO AND THE DREADED BANDIT!”
The yell cut up the calm murmur within the cafeteria like a knife. Zero
winced, and the Bandit rolled his eyes, ending his sentence.
“–Livewire.”
A curly-headed spring of uncooked vitality uncoiled itself in an extended leap
over the ornamental planters dividing the road from the consuming space. One
trailing foot caught the sting of a planter, toppling it and scattering grime
throughout a large swath of carpet. Livewire didn’t even look behind him because the
plant hit the ground with a rustling crash, his grin from ear to ear as he
gave first Zero, then the Bandit, a food-spilling whack on the again.
“Heyyy, the way you guys doin, good to see ya, hear, I bought us a giant
desk over within the nook with lotsa seats, search for us over there it’ll be
a kick, see you quickly gotta get again my burger’s getting chilly, hurry it up!”
One other leap and he was gone. Zero shook his head in awe. “What a
marvelous human being,” he mentioned with a smile. “Completely untroubled by
something resembling widespread sense. It’s a miracle he’s survived to
adolescence!”
“Be nonetheless my coronary heart,” the Bandit sighed. “Extra indigestion tonight.”
“Hey! Bandit?”
The Bandit winced on the acquainted voice, then plastered on a smile as
Twink came to visit, a glass of one thing in her hand. The Bandit glanced at
it. Milk. Simply plain outdated white milk. Typical.
“Want a spot to take a seat? I’d simply love your organization,” Twink cooed, her
voice a poor imitation of Mary Magdalene’s. “It’ll offer you an opportunity to
make up for a way impolite you have been over on the dorm.” She tossed her blonde
hair out of her eyes and gave him what she should have thought was a demure
look, however got here off extra like a cartoon caricature of a whore’s leer.
The Bandit’s speech facilities suffered a extreme lockup as eighteen
appropriate rejoinders arrived at his larynx concurrently and shorted every
different out, and he glared at her.
Then, instantly, he smiled.
“You wouldn’t occur to be sitting with Livewire, would you?”
She smiled brightly at his softened tone. “No! I’m on their own by
myself. However if you need, we may transfer over there! Livewire’s there, with
Diva and Bone and Thunder and–”
“No, that’s all proper,” the Bandit mentioned unexpectedly. “I’d *love* a pleasant,
quiet meal with you. You go on forward, Zero; I’ll see you after dinner.”
Zero checked out him, then at Twink, then over on the ready delights
of the nook desk, the place Bone and Thunder have been joking with Livewire, and
Diva was casting him pleading appears. He shrugged. “Okay.”
“Nice! This fashion,” Twink mentioned, main the Bandit to a small desk for
two within the Annex, her hips weaving backward and forward in a fastidiously
practiced imitation of Diva’s horny wiggle.
He discovered himself eyeing the shift and ripple of her buttocks as she
walked, and shook his head violently. If the Final Ditz is providing you with a
hard-on, child, he instructed himself grimly, then you might be in BAD form.