Everything that's in my head

Chapter 5

The smell of Dougal's lab reminded Adam of the science lab of his school days. He was half expecting to see disemboweled rats staked out with pins and Bunsen burners heating mysterious solutions. Instead, all that was evident was a large glass tank in which a body lay inert.
'Is this her?', asked Adam.

'Yes', Dougal said simply, as he fussed with a series of dials.
Adam walked around the tank slowly, taking in the woman stretched out in front of him.

Dougal rummaged for something in his pocket and realizing it was not there, left the room to search for it.

Adam waited for Dougal's steps to fade into the distance before lifting the lid of the tank and thrusting his hand through the gap and grabbing the nearest breast. It bulged deliciously through the gaps of his fingers. Gently massaging the other; he delighted in its softness, its wholesomeness and its erotic charge. He ran his hand down her body. She felt like silk; the flesh around the belly melted into his palm. It was as if he was kneading her like so much dough. He spread his hand wide and grabbed as much as he could, clumsily and with little grace. This was an object meant to be clutched and it gave itself up to his violent embrace with abandon. Adam had not felt this way for 10 millennia, if not more, and his eyes threatened to pop from his head.

The feet were small and feminine with weathered heels that were hard and calloused to the touch. This was no princess. This lady had walked in bare feet and Adam fancied, danced too. The skin was a luscious olive colour that had a hundred different shades, from almost dark chocolate around the arm pits, to a lighter hazel across her ample bosom. He ran his fingers through her hair: as black tar and as soft as butter. It swirled in tight curls down her neck and splashed sensuously over her shoulders and beyond.
He instinctively held a few strands to his nose and sucked in the scent of her sex.
This was indeed a woman; the like of which he had never felt before,

With tentative fingers, he moved a spiraling curl from her face to reveal an arch of an eyebrow that would do justice as a bow for Cupid himself.

Both were finely plucked to a sharp point which lent her face; an impish, sylvan quality: full of wit and caprice.

Her lips were pronounced and full, promising a kiss of unimaginable tenderness. They were pursed, rose like, and Adam in his mind's eye, saw them part in a smile of pearly radiance.
Adam stood back from the tank and let out a high pitched whistle from between his teeth. He was shaking his head slowly from side to side, taking it all in, when Dougal entered the room, causing him to turn away sharply, lest his state disgrace him any further. Adam shoved his hands in his pockets and kept his back to Dougal.

'You will have to be at the coronation, tonight. All other attempts at making Earnest will be consumed by the community as the one true Lord is crowned.

'All other attempts, you said I was the one true lord'.

Dougal wrung his hands and went red. 'There were other attempts, at making Earnest Serius.'

'The man in the room?’ Adam ventured, remembering his namesake in that distant part of the hospital he had inhabited.

'Yes, as it happens and a few others. They didn't turn out as we had hoped and there can't be more than one true Lord.'

'What do you mean consume? Asked an unsettled Adam.

‘Eat' replied Dougal, with little emotion.

‘But that’s disgusting’.

Adam looked at Dougal, disbelievingly, quite alarmed at the prospect of watching someone like himself being devoured.
'Don't be so melodramatic', Dougal scoffed. 'It will be over in a thrice and before you know it, you will be out of here with Betty'.
'Who?'
Dougal raised his chin a little, indicating the woman in the tank.
'Betty, the girl on the cigarette papers.
Adam didn't quite know what Dougal meant by this and stroked an imaginary beard with his left hand.
'The girl on the packet of papers I left for you in the house, she caused you to pleasure yourself, remember?'

'Got you', Adam said finally, clicking his fingers and they both looked at the floor.

'Adam and Betty, it is then'.