Tit could see nothing
but forest, until a clearing opened up. And in the clearing was a lone concrete
brick five story mansion, with a protruding watch tower. Tit crouched onto his
heels to try to maneuver his flight. As he got closer to the house, he shifted
his weight forward to relieve elevation. With only a few yards ahead of him, he
was able to see two silhouettes in the tower. Tit put out his hands in front of
him as if he were flying an invisible plane. Shifting his shoulders he was able
to control his lateral direction until he came even with the tower.
A flock of Canadian
geese honked as they flew under Tit, destabilizing his flight and making him
overshoot the tower. He looked
back and saw the mansion getting smaller. More green pines brushed under his
heels. He now heard a thunderous roar. Hemlock Gorge came into sight, then Fall
Creek with rushing whitecaps. As Tit’s flight lowered again, he brushed alongside
the treetops, occasionally snapping off twigs and small branches.
“Fuck,” Tit moaned as
Fall Creek ended and the waterfall began its descend.
Tit stood straight,
trying to float upwards and avoid nature in a futile attempt. Tit was now knee
deep in the ice-cold creek, heading towards the edge. He turned around grasping
for rocks as fish flapped past his thighs. Looking back, he saw nothing but sky
before coming to the cliff. At the last rush of water, Tit pounded the water as
the water swept down towards Beebe Lake. The sound was deafening as Tit closed
his eyes and held his head tight, expecting to black out at the bottom.
Instead, his legs were freezing as wind blew past his icy wet jeans. He opened
his eyes seeing the magnificent splashes as the waterfall disturbed the lake. Tit
was suspended in mid-air just at the dump off.
“Holy fuck!” Tit
yelled in glee, his voice echoing off the gorge.
He floated there for
a few seconds, locating his balance. He flung his arms down again and slowly
lifted higher. Pushing back down on his heels, Tit headed back towards the
mansion, this time at a lower elevation. He tested out his controls and
maneuvered through the tips of the trees until the mansion was back in sight.
Seeing the window open, Tit headed for the tower. The only thing was, Tit
hadn’t figured out how to control his speed.
As he swooshed
through the window frame, Tit crashed into the back wall of the room. He fell
upon a desk, breaking it in half. Groggy, Tit tried to adjust his eyes and
focus on his surroundings.
“Chastity, are you
ok?” screamed a little girl’s voice as she burst through the door.
There she was sitting
on the bed, an exotic beauty; slender, olive skin, long glistening black hair,
hell of a rack, and dressed modestly. “Um, I do not know. I
mean, I am safe. But this boy… are you ok there?” Chastity asked Tit.
“How’d you get in
here!?” demanded the little girl.
“Uh, I, uh…flew in?”
Tit replied unconvincingly.
“Flew in? Well,
that’s quite ridiculous. Humans cannot fly,” answered Chastity.
“I’m getting Dad!”
warned the little girl.
“No wait!” Tit said.
“Do not go disturbing
father. Let’s keep this quiet for now,” said Chastity.
“If Dad finds out and
we don’t tell him, there’s going to be some problems.”
“Look, I flew in.
Really. Fuck. My head.”
Chastity gasped. She
had never heard such a rogue word. She hadn’t heard any word not spoken from her
father, little sister, Sinclaira, or her late mother. There was no computer,
television, or phones anywhere in the room. Not even a landline. She had never
gone past the third floor of the mansion. There was no need as her father made
sure she had everything she needed built on the third floor and up in her
tower.
“I definitely have to
tell Dad about that one,” said Sinclaira.
Looking at her
vivacious breasts, Tit introduced himself, “Hi, I’m, um, Tit…uh, Titty, I mean,
Titus. Titus Baccus. But my friends call me Nipples. I mean, Tits…Tit.”
“Hello Mr. Tit. I am
Chastity. Chastity de Joa. And this eager mouse is my little sister, three
years my younger, Sinclaira.”
Tit stood up and
brushed himself off, also making sure nothing was broken. Still dripping, he
sloshed towards Chastity with an extended hand. She looked at his hand
quizzically. “Did you hurt your palm?”
Tit looked at his
hand. Nothing. “No, I was just… being polite.”
“I do not wish to
stand at this moment, but I do thank you.”
Tit retracted his arm
in confusion. “Hey, I’m sorry about this. I can explain. We were being chased
when…”
“We? Chased?!”
interrupted Sinclaira. “There’s more?”
“Well, uh, my friends
Chris and Gil. When all of a sudden I started flying through the air…”
“Like a bird? Tell
me, was it magnificent as I always imagine?” chimed in Chastity. Sinclaira
walked towards the window looking out and down. “There is no we out there.”
“I know. I lost them
when I started flying. Then I saw this tower, but I couldn’t stop and ended up
in the creek and almost fell off the waterfall, but…”
“Waterfall? Where?
Father gave me an encyclopedia before and I saw a waterfall in the pictures. Oh
my, how wonderful it was. I dream of swimming in waterfalls. One day.”
“Um, you can’t swim
in a waterfall. They’re actually pretty dangerous.”
“No. That is false,
sir.”
“How are we going to
get this boy out of here. Dad is going to find out,” warned Sinclaira.
“Yeah. Look, do you
mind if I stay here until dusk. That way I can kinda creep out?” Tit suggested.
“Well, why do you not
fly out the window? In the same manner you flew in? I’d love to see you do it,”
asked Chastity.
“This is really
fucking weird. I don’t know how I…”
Chastity gasped
again, and giggled. “What is fack?”
“Fuck?” Tit corrected
her.
Chastity giggled
again. Tit couldn’t help but notice how innocent her laugh was. She seemed as
if she were his age, but with a younger mentality. Kind of like Japanese
chicks. Sinclaira drew the window down a little as the day was coming to an end
and the chill was rising.
“It means… well, it
can mean a lot of things.”
“Tell me, please? I
have never heard a word like this… fu-uck before.”
“I probably
shouldn’t,” replied Tit, guessing he crashed in on some sort of sick cult were
fathers lock up their daughters for later breeding.
“It’s not good. I can
tell that much, Chas,” informed Sinclair. “Dad still hasn’t told us about that
word phallus you saw in the dictionary that one time.”
Tit smirked and
looked for a place to sit. “Hey, do you have any jeans, sweatpants, or
something. I need to take these jeans off, they’re soaked.”
“Jeans? I do not have
in my possession any sweated pants either.”
Tit felt as if he was
more in a twilight zone rather than a cult, now. Unable to bare the cold, he
took off the jeans anyway. Sinclaira threw her face into a pillow on the bed.
Chastity stared in awe.
“What is that you
have there?” Chastity questioned.
“What? Boxers? I’m
guessin’ you never seen boxers before, huh?” Tit said sarcastically.
Chastity turned red,
“No. Inside of your box set. That bulge?”
Tit was now red,
“Well, that… this is…” he thought about whether or not explaining human anatomy
to her. But he was sure it would lead to other questions and he needed to focus
on his own dilemma.
“Tit!” a faint voice
echoed up and through the window. “Tit, are you up there? Hey, Tit?”
Sinclaira opened the
window and looked down. Chris, winded, looked up embarrassingly. “Oh, sorry. I
was lookin’ for a friend.”
Tit popped his head
out the window, “Chris!” Chastity’s head followed.
“Fuckin’ A, man. How
many girls you got up there? What the fuck? Where’s the door?”
“It’s not what you
think. I’ll be down in a few,” Tit and Chastity pulled their heads back in the
window. “Do you think I can go out now?” he asked.
“I would suppose. But
I do not know how to reach the bottom level. My father has so many doors on the
third floor that it has become difficult to locate the correct exit. One door leads
to another chamber, which leads to a staircase that only goes up.”
“Fuck,” Tit expressed
his frustration.
“What’s a phallus?”
Sinclaira asked, yelling down to Chris.
Grinning, Chris
yelled back up, “Tell me how to get in there and I can show you.”
Tit popped his head
back out, “Not now man. Help me find a way out of here. Go around and see if
there is another door other than the front.” Tit and the girls popped back in.
Tit rubbed his hands together and rubbed his thighs, trying to warm up. He
forced a smile. They all sat in awkward silence.
A few minutes later,
Chris returned, gasping for air again, “Nothing, man. Did you fly in there?”
Tit looked back out
the window. “Yes! Now I need to get out.”
“Well, fly the fuck
back down dumbass.”
“I don’t know how I
started to fly to begin with. I’ll kill myself.”
“How much room is up
there?” Chris asked.
“Chris, this ain’t
the time for your horndog ideas.”
“You fuck, I meant
how much room is up there for you to have a running start? You started flying
when we were running. So start running in circles and see if that works, Peter
fuckin’ Pan.”
Tit thought this was
a decent idea. “Would you mind if we moved your furniture around?” Tit asked. Chastity
didn’t, and the three began rearranging furniture to make the maximum room for
takeoff. Though he was rather strong having not been an athlete, Tit struggled
to move around the old wooden furniture. “Your dad must like antiques, huh?”
“Antiques?”
“Nevermind. This
should be good. Now you guys move up against the wall over there. I don’t want
to run into you and hurt you.”
“Guys?” Chris called
up.
“I think he means us,
Chas,” Sinclair said. She yelled back, “We are not guys. We are ladies.”
“Ladies, would you
please make yourself safe and move outta the way?” Tit asked. The girls
complied. Tit began running circles as fast as he could in the 18 foot by 20
foot bedroom.
“You running yet?”
Chris called up impatiently.
“Yes, fucker!” Tit
yelled down as he passed the window. “It’s not workin’,” he yelled as he passed
by again.
“Think happy
thoughts,” Chris suggested.
“Why don’t you pull
some fairy dust out your ass, Tinkerbitch,” Tit yelled down angrily. Chastity
laughed at this word, bitch.
“Maybe you need a
sail. In the other encyclopedias, I saw a sailboat floating past the skies,”
Chastity told Tit. She jumped out from the corner and reached for the bed
propped up vertically against the door. When Tit came around in his rotation,
he hopped to avoid running into her, bracing himself for another crash into the
wall. Chastity screamed.
“Look!” yelped
Sinclaira.
Tit was once again
suspended in mid-air. “Holy fuck! I’m doing it again,” belted Tit.
“What the fuck is
going on up there?” Chris asked from below. Then he noticed lights turning on upwards
around the tower. “Tit, get the fuck out of there. Someone’s coming.”
From inside the room,
Tit and the girls could hear footsteps echoing closer to the bedroom.
“It’s Father. You
must fly out now.”
“We’re in deep fuck now,” warned Sinclaira.
“Do come back, young
man. I wish for you to tell me more about this world,” Chastity said.
Tit nodded and
floated towards the door. Just as the last bit of him flew out, there was a
banging at the door. “Girls? Is everything alright in there?”
“We’re fine Father.”
“Yes, Dad. We’re just
fuckin’ playing in here. Everything
is fine.”
Tit flew out the
window and floated down to Chris. They took off back to town. “Try not to jump.
I think I start flying when I leave both feet.”
