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“Hold still,” cautioned Te. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She edged around the bed upon which Sweeney sat, only partially robed, waiting for his lover to perform her magic, as she’d promised. Theresa, an 88-lb. dynamo, beautiful and perfect in every way, thought Sweeney, struggled to engage him with the gold stud she placed against his earlobe. On the other side, she held in a dishrag a large chunk of ice she’d gotten from who knew where. Magically pulled it out of her ass, he thought.

“Can you feel that, Sweeney?” she asked, pushing the stud a fraction of an inch into his skin.

Sweeney was three sheets to the wind with tequila and under the influence of a psychedelic known locally as MDA, which was all the rage. Sweeney tooted up a quarter gram of the crystalline substance less than an hour ago. He knew little about MDA, other than it made him feel free and unbound by earthly tethers; he liked it.

“Hey, I’m cool,” he told Te blithely, rubbing her bare ass. “I hear that the Beatles do MDA,” he remarked.

Te, two years younger than Sweeney’s 23, scowled and rolled her pretty green eyes. “I don’t know why you’d snort that shit up in the first place,” she scolded. She struck a kitchen match and lit a cone of fragrant musk-scented incense.

“You thought it was pretty cool last night when we both did it,” he reminded her.

She permitted herself a small smile, remembering. “That was then,” she told him, “and this is now.” She shoved the stud all the way through Sweeney’s ear, cringing and gasping as she did. “You got your new earring. Did that hurt, baby?” she asked in a small voice, dropping the ice and cupping his face in her hands. They kissed softly and together removed what remained of their scant clothing and fell into a passionate embrace.

“No,” he said, as they pierced one another anew. “Did this?” he asked.

“Um,” she said.