“I’m sorry, Kat. In our business, love comes too easy, because it throbs in our cocks and cunts.”“Bullshit. One can love more than one person,... and no one can possess another.” I was angry, disappointed and heartbroken. What was I supposed to do?I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Both of you belong to middle-class mediocrity.”I turned around and pulled Melanie closer to me. She put her arms around me and tried to console my shattered soul. I gave everything to Dick, my heart and my. In the dream I walk down the steps to the Hyde Park toilets, my best leather brogues clattering noisesomly on the tiles as I descend, a skip and a hop. I got to urinal, empty white porcelain, the air thick with bleach over washed with floral scents that do nothing for the nose. I look in the mirror as I piss, meet my own gaze, and Narcissus-like smile at my reflection, my pale pink skin, my clear round eyes. And then my gaze shifts, the focus alters and there is something dark in the stall. I tried returning the call but Reb has suppressed the sender address. That meant I couldn't send her a message, either. I'd just have to wait or, if that failed, try Magic again.Rebecca Ribelle -- Reb -- was one of the few people in the world I truly trusted and respected. When I first met her she owned Borderline Dirt and Speed, she owned the beach house we later called Casa Velocidad, and for whatever reason she unofficially adopted any lost teenagers she found along the beach, sleeping by. Right away!"And then Brenda came in, looking sort of frightened. "Where's Freddy?" she asked us. "I have to see him right away! I have to talk to him about ... about ... something that happened last night." She looked at Dee. "Why are you packing?"And so, the insane night gave way to an insane day. I thought that Fred and Auntie must have had some sort of horrific fight, but when I found them in the kitchen, they seemed all lovey-dovey, as if everything was alright. I begged Auntie to let us.