Until a month later, when it happened again.This time, she fought through the grief, trying to focus on what wascausing it, and when the feeling start...d to fade a couple of days later,she realized the feeling was familiar.But the last time she had felt it, it had come from the dead kid, the dayshe kissed it.She remembered the cycle the dead kid had followed, how sometimes itseemed more alive, and when that happened it also seemed more like agirl, despite the way it was dressed. Then the feeling. Fuck playing nice. He was going to pound that haughty face into hamburger.Stupid. Stupid.He was a blind stupid bull and she a twirling matador. She sidestepped his charge and swung him right back into the spit and insults of the mob pressed up against the cage wall. She even had time to reach between his legs and give his balls a teasing squeeze.Ken lashed behind him, but she was already gone, evaporated like mist. He turned and saw her showboating in the centre of the cage. His anger. Somehow I managed to use almost every pan in the kitchen in the making of he simple dish.When I finished, I realized that there was more food than I could eat, or store in the apartment sized refrigerator. With that in mind I started calling around. By the time I got to the last contact in my phone, I was ready to give up.“Hey June, what are you doing for dinner?” I asked.“Nothing at all why?” she asked.“I had a wild hair up my ass and cooked way more food than I can eat alone. Why don’t you. "Turn that on and finda soft rock station," I ordered. In truth I didn't need to verbalize the orderand if we had been alone I wouldn't have bothered. However, Maggie was ourcaptive audience and spoken orders showed both girls who was in charge. Alicia complied, finding a local rock station and then waiting for my nextorder. We had tuned in part way through a record so I forced her to stand withher legs spread, hands clasped firmly behind her head, and her shapely nakedbreasts thrust out until.