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by Deena
"I thought they would never leave! God, don't these people ever
sleep?"
The blonde behind the cell bars groused loudly enough so that the female cop
slammed the door to the holding cellblock and strode over to her cage.
"What's the problem, babe? Didn't take your hormones today? You
wanta wake up the computer geeks?"
"Furthest thought from my mind. In fact, that's what I was griping
about. You know, it's hard to have any fun out here in cyberspace with these
people ? they all seem to be suffering from terminal cases of insomnia!"
She ran her hands through the long blonde hair that had become tangled from
sleeping on the hard cot in the cell. She had no idea why she was there ? her
consciousness had begun with her behind the bars. She knew she was a pre-
op transsexual, and that was about it. What she had done to deserve to be in
this stinking little jail cell totally eluded her. But one thing she did know ? she
didn't have much time to be free to enjoy her awareness.
"Hey, Patty Policewoman, you have any idea why I'm here?"
Her voice was still a little lower than she liked ? she had thought that a nice
mezzo soprano voice suited her new image, but that wasn't nearly as
important as the overwhelming urge, no need, she had to talk with some
other random title images. Random title images? What the hell was that?
Where the hell did that thought come from? No matter. She now knew what
she was ? sort of.
"You talking to me, babe?" The striking brunette came closer to the jail cell.
Her sultry alto made the DeNiro imitation sound more like an invitation.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you. You know why I'm here?"
The frown that crossed the sexy face of the female cop was enough
to tell her that she had no idea either.
"To be completely honest with you, I haven't the faintest idea why
I'm here, much less why you're in the lockup. And have you looked out of
your cell window? There are about twelve other chicks floating around out
there."
The blonde rushed over to the small barred window set high in the
wall. She had to stand on top of her cot to see out. What she saw boggled
the mind.
A maze of neon lights, silver and copper threads, golden filaments
intertwined and interconnected with each other. A black background, deep
and endless as outer space, looking like the velvet canvas of some roadside
vendor, was glimpsed through the strands that glimmered outside her
window. And stuck randomly, floating in cyberspace, were twelve cubes
containing other random title images.
"Hey, Patty, I know what they are ? they're just like us. Random
title images drifting around in cyberspace, nameless, with barely a life. This
sucks big time!" The blonde jumped down from the cot and pressed her
breasts against the bars. Her body was a real turn on, Patty Policewoman
thought. I guess that makes me a lesbian. She chuckled out loud.
"What's to laugh, Patty?" The blonde inquired.
'Well, I just realized I have jockey shorts on underneath this uniform, I don't
know what my name is, and sweetheart, if we had the time..."
"Yeah, if we had the time?"
"Well, I think I could make you really happy."
"How long could we possibly have? I'm so afraid that at any second, we'll
be labeled by someone. I want to be free!"
She shook the bars of her cell with all of her strength, then collapsed against
them, her eyes filling with tears that spilled over down her cheeks.
Wordlessly, the tough cop gently wiped them away with her thumb.
"Shh, babe. Tell you what. Should I try and see if I can nab some of those
other cubes? Would it make you feel better if we had some company here?"
Wordlessly, the blonde title image nodded.
"Hey, by the way. I like the name you gave me ? Patty."
"Wou..would you give me a name, please? I don't want to be a nameless
title image." The blonde looked up at Patty and smiled tremulously.
"Sure, sweetheart. How about," she gazed at her intently. She was
beautiful, bonita. "How about Bonnie?"
"Bonnie. I like it. Patty, how are you going to get the others over here?"
"Not sure. Maybe all I have to do is get their attention. I guess that's a first
step."
"Do you feel you can step out there ? out in cyberspace?"
"Hmm. I better not chance it. I saw them through the window outside in the
office. I didn't even open it to stick my head out. Maybe I'd better just call
through the window in your cell. It's barred so at least I'll have an anchor to
grab onto if I start to slip out there." Taking a key from the ring attached to
her belt, she unlocked Bonnie's cell and went over to the cot. "I'll take off
my boots, so I don't dirty your bed, Bonnie." She sat down on the rumpled
bed and bent to unlace her shoes.
"Wait. Let me do that." Kneeling down, Bonnie quickly untied the ankle
high boots. As she unlaced each one, she tenderly massaged Patty's feet.
"Oh, God! That feels so good!" Patty arched her back and let Bonnie
minister to her for a few moments. It was only when she felt her lips on her
ankle that she was jolted back to the task at hand.
"Stop, babe. You are totally distracting me. You want company or not?"
Patty gazed down at the adoring face kneeling by her feet. She almost hoped
that she'd say no.
"Yes. Company. Try, Patty." She rose up, still clutching one of her boots.
Wordlessly, Patty clambered onto the cot and peered out the window. She
unlatched the lock and raised the flimsy glass barrier up just an inch.
Nothing happened. No rush of air being sucked out by a vacuum.
Cautiously, she raised the window a bit more and, clearing her throat, called
out in her loudest policewoman's voice.
"Yo! Anyone out there? Want to talk? Want to join us?"
As if she had turned off the mute on a TV, the voices thundered back at her.
A cacophony of souls crying out in need.
"Whoa! Wait! Slow down. One at a time!" Taking her whistle out of her shirt
pocket, she blew a strident stop to the merry-go-round of noise. "You, in
the black and white cube, you look the oldest. You, go first."
A well-bred looking woman in a stunning feathered hat, pristine white gloves
and a walking suit from the Edwardian age, cleared her throat and, in a
surprisingly deep bass voice, responded to Patty's command.
"Officer, it's so wonderful to have a figure of authority present. As you
guessed, I am one of the oldest images out here, and may I inform you that I
am simply appalled at some of the behavior of these...these images you see!"
She sniffed audibly, nodding at the Playboy Bunnies, birthday bikini babe,
and knife thrower's assistant, all scantily clad and voluptuous.
"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," the bikini babe shrilled loudly.
"When was the last time you shaved, sweetie pie?"
"I have always maintained the smoothest face I could considering my hair
color and complexion. It's not my fault that the make up available to me isn't
the best cover up!" Feathered Hat drew herself up to her full height and
dared anyone else to comment about the five o'clock shadow starting to peep
through her make up.
"Ma'am! Privates Troy and Dennis here. Sergeant Jeffers asked us to
communicate with you. We would like to formally request to join you." The
short Black woman saluted and made an about face inside her cube. I
wonder what their story is, Patty thought. "Just let me finish my ironing
and I'll be more than happy to participate." The smell of a hot iron on damp
cotton floated through the bars and tickled Patty and Bonnie's noses. A June
Cleaver clone vigorously pressed the wrinkles out of a sprigged flowered
dress.
"We'll be by as soon as I finish examining my patient. You wouldn't believe
what he has down here!" The surprise in the doctor's voice cut through the
simpering tones of the masked maid, who giggled hysterically even as she
tried to keep her mask in place.
'I've finished with zee upstairs, Madame le gendarme. Would you weesh me
to clean zee cell pour vous, n'est pas? I would love to do your pantaloons. I
so adore a woman in uniform." Coyly looking at Patty's insignia pinned on
her collar, she winked her eye and smoothed her teeny maid's outfit down
her hips. Patty rolled her eyes heavenward. Just what I need. A French guy
who thinks he's Brigitte Bardot!
The click of billiard balls falling into pockets brought her attention once more
to the world outside the jail.
"Eight ball in the corner pocket. Yes!" The bride jumped up and down as
her arm shot up in a triumphant salute. "I knew I'd win the bet Marcy and I
made. Every ball rolling merrily into a pocket. I can wear the bridal gown in
the play! Hey, you're all invited to opening night! That is if we can figure
out how to get out of these cubes!"
"I'd love to join you, but I think John won't be coming with me. Now that
I'm a girl, he says that he doesn't love me anymore," wailed the auburn
haired beauty sitting forlornly in the park. "When I was still Joe he vowed
he'd love me forever! Now, that I'm JoAnn, he says it's not the same! Men
are so fickle!"
"Ain't it the truth! My boyfriend said he'd only stay with me if I dressed like
Ann Margaret in "Viva Las Vegas", diamond collar and all. Then he went and
stole it right from off my neck, the turd!" The statuesque female illusionist
with the flaming red hair rubbed her throat gingerly, the faint scar and
reddened skin a reminder of the greedy bastard's theft.
"Well, it looks like you all want out of your little cubby holes," Patty said
grimly, her frown causing lines to appear on her forehead. Bonnie had
joined her on top of the cot and now wordlessly smoothed the creases with a
soft kiss. "How to accomplish this is the next step. Anybody have any
ideas?"
The sudden silence that greeted her request was proof positive that no one
had any notion how this could be achieved. Bonnie turned to her and quietly
sighed.
"I guess I opened a real Pandora's box of problems for you, Patty. I didn't
mean to."
"I know, honey," she said as she sank back down on the cot. "Tell the
others not to give up hope. There must be a way out of here."
"Hey, girls. Don't despair. If anyone can figure out a way out of this mess,
Patty can." She jumped off the cot and brought over Patty's boots. Patty
grabbed them, pushed her feet into the well- worn footwear, and as she
began to tie the laces back up, she spoke.
"Thanks for your vote of confidence in me, Bonnie. I don't know what I've
done to deserve it."
"Nothing yet, but I know you'll come up with an answer. I just seem to have
faith in you." Her entire face lit up with the smile she bestowed on the tough
cop.
"With you in my corner, I can't lose.
"I wonder if we can get those cubes closer together? You know, so that we
can go from one to the other. Wonder what would make that happen?"
"Desire?" Bonnie offered.
"What do you mean, babe?"
"Desire's a powerful force. If the others want to really get together with a
specific image..."
"Hmm. What the hell. We'll give it a try."
This time, Patty didn't even take off the boots, but jumped back onto the cot
with more enthusiasm then she really felt. Got to pump them up about this
idea to at least give it a fair shake, she thought.
"Hey, you out there. Let me have your attention please. We're going to try a
little experiment. We have nothing to lose, and no other ideas."
The inhabitants in the other cubes all turned toward the little barred window
where Patty's clear blue eyes gazed back at them steadily.
"Okay, everyone, look around you. See anything you like?" Patty watched
intently as each of the faces in the cubes searched the others. She could see
eyes connecting, smiles being returned or turned away. She observed with
fascination as the two privates got the come on from the Playboy bunnies.
The intricate strands of cyberspace gleamed more and more brightly as the
desire in each of the random images grew.
Unbelievably, it appeared that Miss Uptight Feather in the Hat had the hots
for little Miss Birthday Bikini Babe. The glances sent her way were so
smoldering Patty felt singed as they passed.
Sweet little JoAnn and Ann Margaret gazed deeply into each other's eyes.
'Love you,' they mouthed in unison.
"S'il vous plait, madame," the petite French maid called out to June as she
started on the next piece of laundry needing ironing. "Non, non. Allow me.
C'est impossible for moi to let such a refined woman as you to press your
own clothes."
"Oh, it's no problem, dear. It's easier than ironing my white Oxford shirts.
But, then again if you insist..."
Heavily mascared eyes locked on to unpainted brown peepers. Brigitte's
succulent figure leaned longingly toward June Cleaver's tidy little cube.
The billiard playing bride and the masked maid were planning on attending
the Phantom of the Opera's next masquerade. Costume switching was
earnestly being discussed.
As for the doctor and her patient, sharply honed knives were avidly perused
as the knife thrower's weapons were admired.
"Glad you brought along such finely tempered steel, miss. My patient can't
afford to have any slip ups."
"Once you've finished using them, perhaps you might consider the finely
tempered steel I have between my legs." The frilly little ruby red skirt was
flipped up to give a tantalizing glimpse of an exceedingly impressive weapon
underneath the feminine costume.
As each of the occupants of the cubes connected with another visually, the
filaments in their sector of cyberspace glowed brighter and brighter. The
cubes drew closer and closer together. "By God, Bonnie, you're right!
Look at the cubes!"
Awe filled Patty's voice as she watched. The cyberspace web seemed to
burn, the colors finally changing into a pure blue flame. As the cubes joined
together, the figures played the game of musical chairs, except in this game
there were no losers, only winners.
The little French maid can-canned her way to June Cleaver's pristine cube;
the masked maid joined the bride for a round of billiards; Ann Margaret and
JoAnn strolled hand and hand in the park; Miss Uptight Feather in the Hat
climbed into Birthday Bikini Babe's box and closed the flaps; the privates and
the Playboy Bunnies quick marched to the barracks and the Doctor, her
patient and the knife thrower's assistant sitting side by side on the
examination table, secured the examining room door with a firm turn of the
lock.
Their little corners of the world effectively blocked out the emptiness of
cyberspace and Patty and Bonnie stepped out into the unique universe that
had been created by pure desire. The cell door was open. The jail was
empty. They had a dozen different worlds from which to choose.
"We're gonna be real happy, you and me, babe," Patty crooned softly in
Bonnie's ear.
"I know we will, Patty. We've escaped the restrictions of being random
titled images. No one can label us. No one can confine us in any world
other than what we have chosen for ourselves."
Arm in arm, they stepped into JoAnn's flower filled park, just the first of the
many worlds they would share.
Epilogue
"What the hey?" Mindy's voice shot up three octaves as she reviewed
the copy for the entries emailed her for the last twelve random title images.
"Something really weird is going on here!"
She stared at the inbox set up for receiving entries for one of the most
popular pages of the site. There was nothing in the email. Zip. Nada.
Zilch. She was sure that yesterday there had been several entries for each
image. Heck, there were dozens of entries for the female policewoman and
her prisoner alone! Now, in one fell swoop, it was gone! Had she somehow
deleted everything? She checked. Nope. Gone, all gone. I'll take a look at
the pages they're on, she thought. Swiftly she surfed to the R.T.I. index.
"Oh my gosh! They're gone, too!" She exclaimed in shock. "What
on earth is going on here?"
As if just waiting for that precise question, a tiny voice in a beautiful
contralto came from out of the depths of the computer.
"Not on earth, Mindy. In cyberspace."
(the end)
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