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Title: The Rose

Series: Very Alt. Universe =DCber VOY

Rating: NC-17

Pairing Code: Annika Hansen(7)/F, Belle Anna (B'Elanna)

Summary: Annika Hansen, a young vampire, is in San Francisco, and=20
Spoilers: None.

Note: This is part of The Children of the Night series.

Disclaimer: Things Trek belong to Paramount and ViaBorgCom. This is=20
not anything to do with anything either one owns. So they can go=20
take a hike. This story is mine under Berne International common-law=20
copyright. May, 2004, 6700 words long.

Warning: This fiction is a bit smutty, and no underage American may=20
enter here. Neither may those whose locale or country forbids you=20
entry to any smutty stories. Your masters know exactly what you may=20
be allowed to read. Thinking for yourself is BAD for you!

2nd WARNING! In this story we explicitly describe female-to-female=20
love, lust and sex. Fiction is sorta like the TV. If the idea=20
doesn't appeal to you, hit the OFF switch, and leave. Shmoo!

Posted to the FFF -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ -- a=20
marvelously depraved assemblage of writers of F/F fiction. This will=20
be archived at the FFF TrekSmut site, and later to the ASCEM. May be=20
achieved elsewhere, but please notify.=20

Comments to cousindream@MSN.com=20



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THE ROSE
by R Schultz




I'm buried alive, oh yeah, in the Blues=20
I'm buried alive, somebody help me in the Blues=20
I beg for mercy, I beg for rain=20
I can't be the one to accept all this blame=20
Something here trying to pollute my brain=20
I'm buried alive, oh yeah, in the Blues=20


The Co-operative Bagel Shop was doing good business the early=20
evening when I walked in. The sound level abruptly deadened a=20
little, and when I turned I saw why. Three bulls followed me in.

Apart from the police presence checking up on the beatniks, the=20
place was full of students trying to be cool and ultra cool. Plus=20
the usual assortment of Negro men working the white girls. I think=20
that was what irritated the police more than anything else. Black-
skinned men holding hands (and whatever) with white women.

I got a Bialy and Pepsi in a glass, checking out the inhabitants in=20
a casual circle of my body. Most everyone looked doubled up already.=20
If nothing looked promising here, I'd drift elsewhere. There was a=20
place having an open mike night; "Coffee and Confusion". And there=20
was always the "hungry i". Lots of tourists looking for something to=20
break their usual landscape of boring tract homes and boring=20
husbands.

I was seated before I understood the by-play over by the north=20
windows. Both guy and girl very pre-proto-beatnik, I thought. There=20
was a guitar leaning against the window behind the girl. Skinny guy=20
with a beard and long hair was being ignored by his ... girlfriend?=20
Cheap print dress, long hair, flats. She was turned around and=20
talking earnestly to two young clean-cut crew-cuts, probably=20
University students out prowling.

In a pretense of earnest conversation she had her hand on his thigh=20
and was massaging the nearest blond guy's erection.

Well, that was pretty straightforward.

Then the one of the two crew-cut men poked his buddy in the arm.=20
He'd noticed me.

I was in my hunting clothes at the time, with a minimum of war-paint=20
on. Just enough to accentuate my strong facial bones and blue eyes.=20
Dressed all in shades of black, charcoal and gray, including the=20
petite black beret parked on my bun. Very prototypical beatnik.=20
Thigh-length dark charcoal wrap to accentuate my bounty of cleavage;=20
a short skirt that rode up when I crossed my legs, plus fine-mesh=20
opera hose, high heels and silvery blond hair in a tight controlled=20
bun accenting my strong face. I'm not being vain to say I'm a=20
beautiful woman. I know what I am by now.

Amongst this crowd of non-sophisticates I stood out like a flare,=20
for not that many lush beautiful busty blondes came through their=20
doors. By the standards of the day, I was highly desirable. A=20
tempting prize. It was intended to be that way. Like I said: my=20
hunting clothes. In ninety plus years I'd learned how to hunt.

The two young blond men then did something that totally repulsed me.=20
Smiling, they got up from their table and walked over to mine.

I expected the poor abandoned girl to burst into tears. The bearded=20
thin man's face reflected a dozen types of dismay, and I knew he was=20
about to begin consoling the rejected woman.

She was ordinary. Plain, I guess. No other words to describe her.=20
She was - by the standards of America today - a short plain woman=20
with legs just long enough to keep her ass from dragging on the=20
ground, and that was that. Her face also showed the ravages of many=20
seasons of pimples. She could be worked on by skilled magicians of=20
make-up, but Marilyn Monroe or Gina Lollibrigida she was not and=20
never would be. Still - she had either guts or desperation to get=20
laid, or both, because she calmed and turned back to the bearded=20
man. I'd bet on guts. My interest spiked along with my nipples. I=20
liked gutsy women.

In the meantime the two crew-cuts came to my table. Deliberately=20
mistaking their intent, I played the demure while they sat on either=20
side of me.

"I know there's a Heaven now," the one said. "Because one of the=20
Angels have come down to earth."

"Are you new to San Francisco?" the other began.

I almost burst out laughing. They were encouraged, of course, by my=20
sudden smile.

I'd just determined on my course of action.

"Actually I've been here a year already," I returned. "I came down=20
here to meet a friend." Trying to look shy, before my eyes=20
conspicuously fastened on the plain woman a few tables over.

"Why, she's already here!" I got up, leaving behind my Pepsi and=20
once-bitten Bialy. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'll go over=20
there right now."

I took about three steps before I turned my head back to the=20
pair. "Come on over. Maybe the four of us could get together."

Supersonic movement, following me like lap dogs. Until I stood=20
beside the empty chair between the bearded man and the plain woman.

"Rose, Sweetheart!" I cried.

She didn't flinch as I leaned close enough to whisper a few words in=20
her wet looking eyes.

"We're going to fuck with these two assholes," I told her. "Do you=20
think you could act like my lesbian lover for a little while?"

A pause of three or four seconds. Then when I tilted my head and=20
came in closer, she turned to kiss me on the lips.

She over-acted, but I wasn't complaining.

To cinch it, I leaned over and licked the side of her throat. She=20
shuddered convincingly when I did so, and had a small fit of=20
giggles. She tasted of raw salty woman.

"That tickles!" she cried.

"That's why I do it, Rose," I said aloud. Then I sit down and waited=20
for what the two crew-cuts would do next.

The one I had decided to call Rose did something else first.

I'm a big woman, mind you, but Rose, though short, wasn't any child.=20
But when she got up and parked her ass in my lap, she just managed=20
to fit. It didn't hurt that I was strong enough to hold on to the=20
far thigh to keep her in place.

Nice ass. Soft and rounded the way it should be on a woman. Good=20
thighs. I could imagine opening them up with tiny nips to the=20
insides. Suddenly this stranger I'd named Rose felt more than merely=20
desirable.

Rose bent her head and we kissed again. She flinched when my tongue=20
tip caressed her lips, but she turned it into a shudder and kept up=20
the kiss.

She tasted of coffee and salt, and smelled of female that hadn't had=20
a shower for a day or three. She had the presence of a true=20
sensualist. I loved it.

She wasn't wearing any panties. Neither was I.

I turned to the bearded man, and Rose whispered in my ear; "Chet,"=20
she said. Telling me his name without being obvious about it.

"Chet, honey," I exclaimed with a turn of my head. "Come here and=20
give your Annika a nice kiss."

When he made to stand, his face was completely neutral. He was a=20
natural born actor. He bent to give me a kiss on the cheek and I=20
pulled it over so we could really kiss. Like lovers might.

We were giving the crew-cuts the full treatment.

I waved to chairs about us and invited the two blond guys to sit and=20
talk.

"Rose, sweetie," I said in loud enough tones to be heard some=20
distance. "I'll bet these two handsome gentlemen would love to take=20
us home with them tonight. Do you want to try out a few new males of=20
the species? They've got some very nice muscles, I think. We haven't=20
had any nice men for the longest time. What do you say?"

All this with Rose clinging to me and wriggling in my lap. Really a=20
very nice ass.

Rose looked carefully at each, gazing deep into their eyes. To aid=20
in the looking she put on her glasses.=20


"Screw off, assholes," she softly purred in her gravel voice. "Get=20
the fuck lost."




*************************************




It was just another dive. Cleaner than most, but essentially just a=20
dive. Only this one was in North Beach rather than Vienna within the=20
wall, or New Orleans. "Coffee and Confusion" had regular open mike=20
nights, and Rose and her guitar had taken stage to belt out an=20
incredibly whiskey-voiced rendition of "Take Back Your Greenback=20
Dollar".

Chet didn't know what to make of me, but he was willing for me to=20
tag along and pay for things. I think he'd already identified me as=20
a hunter. Not a nasty one. Just hunting.

I looked back at him when he made a few swivels of his head between=20
Rose on stage and my intense study of the short woman with the=20
splendid ass and a singing voice akin to a cement mixer. He'd just=20
realized my interest in Rose wasn't platonic.

Some men get defensive, or protective of the object of my intent.=20
Some get excited. Two women together, that sort of thing. But Chet=20
amazed me by having not much of a reaction at all. He was one of the=20
very few men I'd yet encountered in cool-cat San Francisco who=20
seemed actually cool. And he was from Texas.

From their mannerisms, way of talking, and dilation of the pupils=20
the pair were taking something. Rose had the taste and scent of a=20
few specific chemicals on her breath earlier, and I judged he and=20
Rose were on amphetamines.

That was sad, but not unexpected. It wouldn't daunt me.

Rose sailed into a chair beside me as some lanky hillbilly in a=20
straw cowboy hat began plucking his steel guitar and=20
mismanaging "Tumbling Tumbleweeds". Everyone in the place turned=20
back to their drinks.

I turned to Rose. She shakily replaced her glasses, her myopic eyes=20
glittering in the aftermath of her performance.
She was high from being on stage; I could smell the lubricity of her=20
and imagine the hardened nipples.

Definitely a sensualist. I pulled her to me for a heartfelt kiss.=20
She didn't fight me, but I felt her stiffen, and then relax into my=20
hand.

When we broke the kiss, she was in a state of mind where a match=20
could have turned her into a torch.

Her lovely whisky voice broke twice before she finally managed to=20
speak.

"I don't screw around with women."

"That's good," I replied, "because I am dead serious about women."

She didn't fight the next kiss, but her hands didn't seem to know=20
what to do. I guided one to my breast, and she palpated it until my=20
aureoles were growing and hardening within the confines of my bra. I=20
further distracted her by lowering my hand until it cupped her butt,=20
then her hip and then her thigh. Eventually she took a shuddering=20
breath and continued.

"I mean, I don't sleep with girls."

"That's also good. Because you're a very desirable woman. Not a=20
little girl. And if I have my way, we won't get any sleep."

She turned to me, her legs opening, my hand instantly finding the=20
silken golden road of her inner thighs to the secret treasure of her=20
sex. She jerked into my hand when my fingers found the strongly=20
scented forest of her pelvic hairs. She became wet as I delved=20
further, her body scooting forward and up as I touched her clit,=20
springing it out of its hood. The onrush of her heat blessed my=20
nostrils with her raw musk.

I knew she would be delicious. But then most women were.

"Chet," she began.

"Can join us," I spoke into her ear. "I can enjoy men."

"It ain't like that," Rose said. She turned to the bearded man who=20
was already rising to his feet. Unbelievably accepting.

"I'll get back to the room just fine. Y'all enjoy yourself with the=20
pretty lady here." They kissed, and he shouldered his jacket and was=20
gone. The original Mr. Cool.




******************************




Essentially it was one of the so-called 'quaint' row houses common=20
to older San Francisco. But I'd had the third floor gutted so I=20
could have a giant bedroom and living area without walls.

The frying bacon woke her up.

"Jesus Fucking Keerist," she said. "I hope some of that shit is for=20
me."

"I've already had my fill of nourishment," I formally returned. And=20
I had enjoyed my feast during the night immensely. I always did.

"It's all for you. Toaster has bread in it, ready to toast. Push it=20
down, will you?" Steaks were thawing in the sink, salad mixings were=20
in the fridge, and I had an old Napa dark burgundy uncorked and=20
airing.

She got up, putting on her glasses first thing. Then scratching her=20
crotch, suddenly smiling at me when she remembered last night. She=20
was instantly on display, her motions reconfigured to that of a more=20
leisurely hip-switch movement. The sensuality of her was suddenly=20
emanating from her like a fire. She was a creature of unadorned=20
lusts in that golden second.


Mayhaps her soft breasts drooped a little, and she did not walk=20
gracefully when she paddled over to where I was. But she was all a=20
woman should be. Passionate, caring, full of smiles and pleasures,=20
and the appropriate curves.

She faltered about half-way to me. Suddenly realizing all her faults=20
from the pudge of her belly to her stringy blond-brown hair was=20
glaringly on display. Granted the day was muted behind my drapes and=20
blinds, still she noted my beauty standing before her, and knew her=20
own appearance to be less than stellar. Helen of Troy she wasn't.=20
She had the guts to keep on coming, though she blushed a little=20
under my scrutiny. Maybe she felt a little dizzy also. Loss of blood=20
could do that to a person.

I took the time to hold her tight and let her open my kimono to put=20
hands on my nakedness. Fair enough, I grabbed both cheeks of her=20
butt and kissed her throat. I followed gravity down and suckled each=20
breast in turn, reveling in the way her nipples became nuggets of=20
chewy hardness under my teeth.

We stood like that for moments, her rising musk piqueing my nostrils=20
as I feasted on her. "You have lovely breasts," I said in her=20
ear. "Made for a loving mouth."

She purred into that, letting me compliment her. She probably wasn't=20
much accustomed to compliments AFTER sex.

"You have a gorgeous ass," I continued. I felt her stiffen, and knew=20
she was wondering at that phrase.

"You really do," I whispered into an ear. "An absolutely gorgeous=20
ass. I've kissed a few women's asses in my time, and I know when one=20
is gorgeous."

She would never have believed most compliments. She, like myself,=20
knew what she looked like. Though her opinion was probably lower=20
than that of most people's. But I'd presented her with believable=20
truths, and she felt warmer under my hands.

"I've a few full-length mirrors," I offered. "I'll let you compare=20
your backside to mine."

We kissed for a few seconds and she asked how much longer till the=20
bacon was done. Poor darling was famished. Her and her friend Chet=20
hadn't been eating well. Her little purse held a stash of=20
amphetamines (as expected), which I had put back untouched. Pills=20
instead of food.

As she ravished innumerable strips of bacon, I explored her. Rose=20
adored my lightly tickling her and probing into various places well-
raised young ladies would never touch. Even her dirty mouth was cute=20
as we played.

"Stop that shit," she'd squeal. But she didn't mean it.

Later, when she pushed my naked body back into bed, she tasted of=20
bacon and strawberry jam on toast. Her glasses went back on the side=20
table.

I lay there in invitation, waiting for her next move. She hesitated,=20
the palm of one hand following the curves of my mound and lower=20
belly and finding my ribs and belly button. Last night had been a=20
whirlwind of lusts and orgasms. Today, with a muted sunlight=20
exposing all the realities, that was different. She was full of=20
wonder at having a woman as a sex partner and I would have killed to=20
save this moment.

"What'll I do next?" she asked in a low voice.

"Do whatever it is you want to do, Rose, love, sweetheart. Whatever=20
you want." I smiled with all my teeth. "Surprise me," I asked.

"You're so beautiful," she said, her hand discovering my breast, and=20
then my side, and the fullness of my thigh and my pelvic bone and my=20
hip curving out and my hand as it caressed her other hand.

I had a sensitive zone where my sparsely haired mound delved into my=20
abdomen, and I jumped when she followed it with a finger. Rose got=20
an evil smile and did it a dozen more times. I was moaning and the=20
heels of my feet found the edge of the bed as I spread in not=20
altogether involuntary reaction.

She made a blade of the edge of her hand and eased it into my cleft.=20
It floated on a film of liquid as I instantly lubricated for this=20
loving touch fueled by innocent surmise.

In a second she was sawing at me with the edge of her hand, on her=20
knees and her face close to my sex as she embarked upon a wondrous=20
journey of discovery.

I could have made it dramatic, but I let my body build on its own.=20
Encouraging her, erratically feeding myself to her hand in fits and=20
jerks; quick staccato tucks and finally grasping her hand firmly in=20
mine. Pressing her hard into me, opening me up, my lips practically=20
sucking at her hands as they became a caring solidity. I made=20
pitiful little cries as I broke into a frantic rhythm against the=20
entrapped hand edge.

I held her hand immobile as I downsloped into a few fits of rubbing,=20
and moans. Finally asking her please, please, and encouraging her=20
hand to leave me.

Silence while I regained my breath and my feet found the hardwood=20
floor again.

"Holy fucking keerist," she said. She was feeling the power of=20
giving another woman an orgasm, and amazement at both how different=20
and familiar it was. Last night had been a flurry of dark murmurs,=20
groping hands, my mouth glued to her bucking sex, my teeth trapping=20
and torturing her pearl. Now, in the light of day, she goggled when=20
I brought her hand to my mouth so I could lick the edge and her=20
fingers.

"That was beautiful, Rose," I murmured.

"You know my name," she said, "why do you keep calling me Rose? Do I=20
remind you of some old lover of yours?" Mayhaps anticipating another=20
rebuke or rejection.

My hands were in her hair, reminding myself I had to get her in the=20
tub for a good bubble bath, and soon.

"I love Roses. My mother had them outside her house, and that was=20
closer to the arctic than here, and it took much work to keep them=20
alive. Maybe because it was so difficult, I admired Roses. They=20
could be beautiful, yes, but they also fought hard to survive."

Her face was divine as she realized I was complimenting her again.

She kissed like I was a port in the storm. Someone to feel safe with.

American men were really shitty to women who weren't pretty, I=20
thought to myself. Correct that to men, period.

It felt nice with her squirming on top of me. Like I said before,=20
she felt like everything a woman should be. Her ass really was=20
great, too. She was realizing I was ready for more when I eased up=20
and propped one of my breasts to fall into her awestruck mouth.

"Jesus, they're beautiful," she said, pulling back and womanhandling=20
my too-large adornments.

"I think yours is beautiful too," I told her. With a little twisting=20
I was alongside and able to ingest her nipples even as she moaned=20
and seriously suckled on mine.

The glories possible for a woman.

After ten or so minutes of making my breasts hurt, I twisted again,=20
so we could kiss. She was much too aggressive a kisser. Desperate,=20
even. She'd spent too many years with men eager to fill her vagina,=20
for her to learn leisured ways. But I'll show her better.

"Rose," I began, "if I did you. . ." In seconds we each had a hand=20
in the others sex, searching for wet treasure in the heady forest of=20
our groins.

We came in a few minutes, and I asked Rose; "Again?"

I got three fingers in her this time and my thumb worked her clit as=20
I sawed in and out of her.

I worked her for the longest time, telling her again and again not=20
to come yet, not yet, wait, hold it in, don't come yet, not yet.

Quarter of an hour. Maybe longer.

Finally she began shedding real tears and crying in real pain, and=20
she froze with my fingers inside herself and holding my hand with an=20
iron grip that even I admired for its strength. The iron maiden.

She ejaculated. She flooded, and the scent of her was overpowering.

Without asking, I knew this might be the first time for her, or at=20
least an extreme rarity. I felt very proud of her, and of myself.

We paused while she regained her breath. I explained female=20
ejaculate to her, and watched her face. Again I would have killed=20
for this moment to be forever. I twisted and drank and licked what I=20
could of her. She wasn't accustomed to such enthusiasm about the way=20
her sex tasted in its come.

I turned us to where I was on top. Standing up, I told her to roll=20
over on her belly, hands and knees.

"Whatcha gonna do?" she asked.

"Show you what it's like to get your beautiful ass kissed."

In a few moments a questioning voice rose in the air.

"Annika? What you doing, girl?"

"You want me to stop?"

A pause. "Fuck no."




***************************************




We had steaks for dinner, later. And also for supper. She was from=20
Texas and she appreciated good beef, with pink in the middle, just=20
like I did. I felt I had to build her system up a little.

We never put a stitch on for two more days and she had a different=20
salt in her bubble bath each day. I had a big tub. She liked sex=20
amidst all the bubbles. She liked sex, period. She exuded sex.




*********************************




Rose introduced me to the music scene in San Francisco over the next=20
few months, and tried introducing me to metamphetamines. She was=20
unhappy that I declined that part of her life, but she grudgingly=20
accepted my rejection.

She accepted my aversion to daylight, and admitted she was a night=20
person herself.

We were going down to the "Drinking Gourd" to listen to the Weavers.=20
Chet was companionably walking with us over to Union street. Chet=20
kept space open for Rose at his place, wherever his place was at the=20
time. And she had slept there a few nights, to remind me I didn't=20
own her. Fair enough.

Part of the attraction to Chet was that he already had extensive=20
contacts for the pills both of them ingested on a regular basis.

I could see Rose becoming thinner and more edgy as the weeks went on.

We were waiting for seating when Rose suddenly went off, supposedly=20
to the john. My eyes easily espied her flirting with a not-too-
scruffy youth in a striped French navy pullover and lots of curly=20
blond hair.

Chet and I enjoyed the Weavers, and he began apologizing for his=20
friend as she became an obvious no-show at our table. I was mad, but=20
I had it under control. It wasn't the first time something of the=20
sort happened to me. I enjoyed immensely being straight girls first=20
lesbian. But they had an irritating habit of going back to men at=20
the damndest times.

Chet loved folk music, so we sat through the Weavers performance.=20
Chet liked music, period. His forte was real American folk and=20
protest folk and bluegrass-origin rhythm. He was honest in that, and=20
kept dropping names I knew from Adam. He was a sweetheart, and it=20
was obvious he was holding me up while I worked through my=20
disappointment about Rose. He gave me no sympathy - he was just=20
there when needed.=20

Eventually he found us someone with a few bags of smoking grade=20
weed, and thanks to him we found us a party to crash. It was over=20
the far side of Oakland, but I was paying for the Taxi. Chet had a=20
positive talent for finding purveyors of chemicals and marijuana.

The marijuana did nothing for me, as usual, but the two full bags=20
allowed us immediate access to the group. I did some hunting, and=20
managed a young Liberal Arts Major at Berkley who was ecstatic when=20
I dragged him into a pantry for a little hand sex. He was clean, had=20
a nice after shave, and was full of praise and compliments. And not=20
drunk.=20

So I swallowed for him.

Now he had a true tale to take back to his friends. While he was=20
groggy from release I had what I wanted. I apologized profusely for=20
biting him too hard in the neck. He was a gentleman through and=20
through.

Chet got a pair of twenties from me to get back to San Francisco on=20
his own, and I left the party for my place.

Rose came dragging in about dawn, and the guy was with her.

She picked a fight, as I knew she would, and I turned a deaf ear to=20
most of it. She called me a blood-sucking bitch amongst other=20
things. She took to slapping and scratching then when she realized=20
she wasn't getting the rise out of me she thought I should have.

The guy to his great credit was close to sober and tried to make=20
peace. It was an impossible task, of course. Rose had consciously or=20
unconsciously chosen this means of calling an end to our romance.=20
Lesbian sex festival. Whatever one might term it.

Wearying of the struggle, I bounced them both out the front door.=20
Though I admit I stuffed a handful of twenties in the hip pocket of=20
the blue jeans Rose was wearing when she left. She had a beautiful=20
ass in those jeans. She was so sexy, and I wondered how she'd=20
survive San Francisco. I didn't hold much confidence she'd ever make=20
a living as a singer.




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Chet and I met again the next year in "The Blue Unicorn", and he=20
introduced me to a pair of ornate brassy young men named Richie=20
Olsen and George Hunter, from a group called "The Charlatans". They=20
both made attempts to seduce the sexy looking busty blond, and Chet=20
smiled that little indulgent smile he could get. Chet had a good=20
idea of my preferences by now, and didn't hold out much hope for=20
their success. Chet was living across the Bay now, and he was=20
promoting and managing musical groups, and the Charlatans was one=20
I'd heard once.

Music bars were wondrous excuses for meeting people emotionally high=20
and more than willing to engage in sexual encounters with strangers.

Most had been frantic with need, but none had matched Rose for raw=20
unorganized sexual presence.

I'd seen Rose a few times, and we'd talked in a very civilized=20
manner. She'd always cadged a little money from me whenever we'd=20
met, but I didn't regret the few bills. She had once reeked of=20
whisky. Not an improvement on the pills, and probably in supplement=20
to them.

Chet had more specific information of her wanderings. She'd been a=20
regular in one or two small bands and music cafes. She'd been to=20
L.A., and even to New York, in attempts to hook up with the golden=20
ticket that would take her inside the music industry.

We both agreed she looked thinner than before.




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Sun had set and Belle Anna and both her girls were my entourage as I=20
took her through the altered city of San Francisco. She had been=20
here after the Gold Rush, and in the pre-World War Two years. North=20
Beach had become gentry houses, like mine, and the seedier types had=20
flowed down to the Haight-Ashbury. Strictly San Francisco University=20
country, I explained. We entered Peggy Caserta's "Mnasidika" to shop=20
for Edwardian clothes, which had just become all the rage. Stephanie=20
found a child's version of a British Fusilier's jacket, and I found=20
a man's striped brown dress suit that could be modified to barely=20
allow my large bust size to coexist with its ancient straight lines.=20
I'd have to have a vest especially made, to match it.

Maggie found a Lord Fauntleroy suit that just about fit. It smelled=20
of someone's attic in the summer, but she insisted on wearing it. We=20
even found patent leather shoes and white knee socks her size.

The place was a treasure trove. Belle Anna was full of nostalgia.

The sales girl overheard Belle Anna when she was looking at an=20
expensive woman's afternoon gown and bouffant hat to match. She said=20
she'd had one just like this when she went to the Paris Exposition=20
in 1889, only with more blue crepe for the shoulders. The sales girl=20
gave my mentor a funny look, and then probably chalked up her=20
statement as some sort of play or delusion. Drugs were common in San=20
Francisco, and drug-induced realities were even more common.

When we left the boutique, I looked left to the closed barber shop=20
next door.

Rose was there, leaning conspicuously against the plate glass. I'd=20
never seen her looking so bad before. Her glasses were barely=20
hanging on the end of her nose.

Her eyes were vacant until I hugged her to me, and then sparkles,=20
glints, glimmers, of the old Rose percolated to the surface. She=20
weakly grasped my arms, recognition and welcome alive in her=20
grimace. Her breath stank, as did the rest of her, and she looked=20
terrible since much more weight had been lost. She was a burn-out.

She leaned against me, letting me support us both, and chuckled when=20
my hands flowed down her back and one hand firmly discovered her=20
butt.

"Still got the gorgeous ass," she murmured. Then she passed out in=20
my arms.




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I could have carried her all the way to North Beach. Belle Anna=20
could have carried her. Hell, even little seven-looking Stefanie=20
could have carried her, as light as she was now. Some legends are=20
true. But appearances have to be maintained. So we shoved us and all=20
our new purchases in a Taxi and took her home. My home. The one=20
where I'd kicked her out not so long ago.

Once there Belle Anna sacrificed a large feather from her Victorian=20
bouffant hat, and used it to tickle Rose's throat until she vomited=20
the sour leavings of her stomach out into the flush toilet.

It was a family effort undressing her and easing her into a hot=20
soapy tub. Even the girls helped. Rose was not entirely cooperative,=20
but she was reassured by my presence. Belle Anna held up the inside=20
of her flabby arm and I saw the scars and scoring caused by needles.=20
Not many, but I'd already noticed.

"She's a lost cause," Belle Anna said. "But you know that already,=20
don't you?"

"You've never heard her sing," I replied. Amazing. I'm boosting her=20
singing and she has a voice like an old man's. "You've never seen=20
her walk naked across a room into my arms." A golden moment=20
flickered back into my mind's eyes.

My ancient long-lived mentor nodded, aware that logic was not the=20
paramount factor here. Que sera, sera. She accepted my reasons.

The girls stayed in the guest room downstairs, and Belle Anna took=20
turns warding the waif collapsed in my bed. Rose managed two more=20
trips to the toilet to puke, and seemed proud of the accomplishment.=20
Belle Anna slept naked, and at one point Rose awoke a little and=20
began suckling on Belle Anna's slightly olive-toned breasts.

"She has a soft mouth," she commented. "Is she a gentle lover or a=20
spirited one?"

"Both," I replied. Belle Anna dozed back into sleep and I threw=20
another sheet over the pair, to ward the February chill in San=20
Francisco.

Rose drifted in and out the entire next day, but she was more or=20
less aware she was back in my row house, and knew there were others=20
with me. She attempted to be collected and non-threatening when=20
Maggie and Stefanie were with us. She sought my arms like a pilgrim=20
seeking salvation.

She was the Iron Rose again, at times. She had some hot milk and=20
commercial chicken noodle soup out of the can. Lots and lots of=20
needed salt in it. She threw it up into a wastebasket I had there=20
for the purpose, but she was game to eat a little bit more after=20
we'd cleaned her mouth out a little.

Her sleep was full of alarms and excursions into nightmares, but she=20
kept re-focusing after her spells.

The drying out was bad, but she only intermittently demanded or=20
asked for her pills or something alcoholic to drink.

She managed to keep some Pepsi down for almost an hour.

The third day I knew she'd passed the worst of it.

Stefanie was in her fifties by then even if she appeared seven, and=20
she guided Rose in a way I never could. Most women tried to protect=20
children, and she subtly encouraged Rose to cuddle her and comfort=20
her, instead of us seeking to comfort and cuddle Rose.

She had Rose cut up her steak for her into smaller pieces, and aimed=20
an incessant meaningless chatter in her ears. It worked.

Rose had something outside herself to focus on, instead of enjoying=20
her self-pity and shame. For our part, Belle Anna and I treated Rose=20
as if she was recovering from a sickness and nothing more. We babied=20
her, but I firmly told her she was going to dry out first before we=20
turned her loose.

It took three weeks, and they were unpleasant weeks quickly=20
developing into encouraging ones, over that period of time. At least=20
her appetite came back with a rush after five days of puking and=20
bawling.

It was good seeing her cutting into a little meat after days of soup=20
and milk toast. Stefanie made sugared egg bread and Belle Anna made=20
Angel Wings cookies as treats. Incredibly caloric. I fed her=20
cheeseburgers with lots of tomatos and she relished the taste of=20
food again. She lost the first cheeseburger, but that was the last=20
time she heaved up.

We didn't let her leave to seek any more pills or booze.

On the fifteenth day Rose fumbled with me, and she attempted a=20
little sex. It didn't exactly work that time. In the morning it did.

She still had such a gentle mouth.

She wasn't expecting Belle Anna to join in, but the rules were=20
changed between Rose and me. It could never be the same as it was,=20
and Bella Anna added her fingers and lips and enthusiasm to the mix.

It was a good thing I had such a big bed.

Belle Anna had an ulterior motive in joining the sex play, of=20
course. After millennia she had learned to be very subtle. She was=20
now no longer the stranger, but part of the larger family. The=20
children were part of the mix, and Rose was encouraged to be on good=20
behavior in their presence.

Rose also had a new goal as she dried out.

She was going to go back to Port Arthur, Texas, and pick up some of=20
the once-discarded threads of her life.

I discreetly phoned ahead of time to a Sheriff I knew, who had good=20
words to say about her family.

Belle Anna said she was driving out that way and would she like to=20
hitch a ride? I considered joining in, even though much of the=20
journey would of necessity have to take place during daylight hours=20
when I might burn.

Rose phoned home and was encouraged to come on back. For a long=20
time, or a short time. Just come on back, and there'd be sweet=20
potato pie on the stove when she came through the door.

It was going to be spring when she went back to her home, there near=20
the Louisiana border. Plenty of flowers.

I was part of her past. I could not go with her.

The last night together Belle Anna moved downstairs with her=20
children, and I made it special.

It was pure theater, but I had a hundred and forty-six big candles=20
lit and providing the only light in my big upstairs living space. To=20
add to the theater I'd ordered four dozen red roses, and the girls=20
had striped them of their petals and placed the red bounty in a=20
basket.

We didn't need to say in words that this was a good-bye. If any=20
doubt remained, they were dispelled when Rose returned from her=20
shopping trip with Belle Anna and the girls.

Belle Anna took my Iron Rose in hand, and dressed her in a loose=20
white men's silk shirt with bellowing sleeves, with enough buttons=20
uunclosed so that Rose's unbround breasts moved enticingly with each=20
step. Black velvet pants completed the ensemble. A Beau Brummel=20
look. Rose walked up the stairs knowing I would be waiting for her.

Belle Anna had drawn long green ribbons through my hair. I had=20
dressed in a long transparent negligee of lucent green, and dabbed=20
perfume behind my ears and wrists. I stood behind the bed and=20
awaited Rose's approach.

For the first time Rose glided; she swayed with grace and victory.=20
She halted across the bed from me and watched with awe as I=20
carefully strew the red satin sheets with rose petals.

I bade Rose stand still and I circled the bed to stand alongside her.

We kissed, we kissed, we made love with our lips and tongues and=20
fluttering touches. The glasses went on the side table. In time I=20
undressed her, laving each inch of her with my kisses and my=20
fingernails and my breath.

Then I lay her upon our bed of love, and slowly undressed myself=20
before joining her on the bed.

She cried at times, during our night of love and lust; but then so=20
did I.

At one point I whispered in her ear that I loved her.

She asked; "Who do you love, Annika Hansen? Who am I"

I knew she was making a demand of me. She wasn't Rose. She had her=20
own name.

I could see the deepness of her eyes in the dark. "I love you, Janis=20
Lynn Joplin, and I always will."

She began crying again, but as I said before; we were both crying at=20
times that night amidst our cries of passion and fulfillment.




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Belle Anna was behind the wheel of a large station wagon, the back=20
side door open for Rose to join her and the girls. It was illegally=20
parked in front of my house, but at that time of the pre-dawn=20
morning no one much bothered in enforcing that particular code.

We stood in the doorway, having one last huddle, one last holding,=20
one last tearful kiss.

Out of the blue she asked why I hadn't taken any of her blood this=20
time.

"You were too weak," I answered. More kisses, more tears, more=20
regrets.

"How old are you, Annika?"

"I was born in Norway on the Second of May, Eighteen-hundred and=20
sixty-nine. That makes me ninety five."

She looked over her shoulder at Belle Anna and the girls, patiently=20
waiting for our final words.

"How old--"

"Does it matter?"

"No," she admitted, "it doesn't."

We kissed again and my hands found her butt. I felt her grin and her=20
tears as she said; "Still the gorgeous ass."

I broke our clinch. "Go forth, Janis Joplin, and fare thee well."




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In the early hours of Sunday, October 4th, 1970, Janis Lynn Joplin,=20
authentic female musical superstar, had a hit of heroin before=20
bedtime. It was too pure, and it killed her. It was not suicide.




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