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In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

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he swung from his ceiling mounted scaffold.<br />

The Eureka moment for his technique had flown into his face<br />

later on that same fateful trip, when at the New Orleans zoo he<br />

watched a troop of mischievous howler monkeys throw handfuls of<br />

their own scat at each other and every one else, including one fragrant<br />

clump that landed smack on his forehead. The scaffold he'd bought<br />

that evening at a socialite's party where he met up with a guy in white<br />

robes and mala beads that he vaguely knew from a Paris sex club<br />

known for the caged fornicating couple swinging high above the (sadly<br />

heterosexual) revelers. The club's owner, a horny old alcoholic ex-pat,<br />

had renounced his booze and worldly possessions to <strong>com</strong>e home to<br />

America a wandering yogi, and was only too glad to part with his<br />

contraptions. Back home in Paris, with the scaffold installed in his<br />

studio, Dick had his greatest asset. From his perch he could squirt out<br />

Gottlieb suns, delicate Twombly poems, wild Pollock fireworks, and<br />

not only make a filthy amount of money, but get a real kick out of<br />

doing it, too. Pity <strong>In</strong>terpol had caught up with him on his kiddie porn<br />

business.<br />

Dick climbed the rickety ladder to reposition the wires for<br />

hanging the photos from the rococo moldings as <strong>In</strong>ez held it steady<br />

and looked on mournfully. She bent down in several stages and held up<br />

one of the frames for Dick to hook onto the wires, then they did the<br />

same with the other two.<br />

He had to admit that he looked forward to spending a few<br />

evenings with Sandro, who since his brother Angelo's passing had lived<br />

in hotels. Needed the space, was his excuse. At least he was being<br />

cooperative with the doctor's new project, but then, he didn't have a<br />

whole lot of choice, did he? The Doctor had them all <strong>by</strong> the balls, now,<br />

didn't he?<br />

The plane pierced through the blanket of clouds that stretched<br />

over the basin of Paris and slid into Charles De Gaulle <strong>In</strong>ternationale, a<br />

lurid world of sci-fi saucer shaped buildings sprouting up haphazardly<br />

from the maze of cobalt lights on the runway. Rain streaked diagonally<br />

across the small windows.<br />

The plane hissed to stop and an aggressive little vehicle backed<br />

up and locked onto its underside guiding the plane towards the swarm<br />

of big jets gathered in front of the transparent skin of the hive terminal.<br />

Alessandro was still asleep next to her, his head flopped to the<br />

side, a strand of hair over his twitching lids, his mouth open a little bit.<br />

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