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THE A-MEN | 19“And help me to live in purity, speak in truth, act in love. Grantme the strength to be true in every hour of my adventure: Amen.”It is then that I notice she’s wounded.Between blinks of pain I see it. The gash. It sits upon her rightside, the weeping tear dribbling blood like a tiny fountain. I can’tquite make myself focus on it for too long. My eyes are still achingand tired. My head hurts. Hurts as if someone had opened it up andquietly slipped in a bowling ball. Like my brain is cramped right upto the front of my skull, while behind it the size 12 sits, just being.There’s something around my head. Hot. Not burning, just hot.I try to lift my fingers up, but my hand never seems to reach it.I twist where I lay and find that it’s a bunk. Green sheets andmetal ends. Hung with a huge mesh netting. Each link shaped likea piece of exploded vertebrae. Its surface shimmers above me, whileabove that gantries cross. Making their own kind of weird mesh.I am in a hulking cave. A metallic cave. A vast hulking metalliccave. Filled with bunks and low lights. One above each. Some areon. Most are not. Place looks haunted. And of course it is.It is haunted by me and the black woman. She is like the firstwoman I have ever seen. But however perfect a solution this wouldbe, however apt, I know that she is not.Am I dreaming this? Hallucinating?Finally feeling my gaze, she turns. One leg lifting, so as to protecther wound I guess. And in that move I see her power and also hersleekness. Her otherworldly beauty. That impossible forged quality ofher body, her skin. Yet also I see the other liquid, this one of desire.She whitely bleeds it, dripping from the dark gash between hermuscled thighs. And here I see that her real wound is not the reasonshe cries. The cum is the reason. Or perhaps the reason lies throughthe window I can’t be sure. My mind’s too inchoate to hold any onethought for very long.I am shocked though. Appalled. Hurt for her hurt. Still, here forthe first time I feel connected with the woman. We are both victims,her and I. I’m a victim of some terrible violation of my mind. She,