Part XXVI: A Conversation of Death and Rebirth and Other Things (Part I)

Harry Guakomoli watched as the woman stepped into the light. She was short; The Guak had close to a foot in height on her. Her complexion was a flawless milky white, and her long raven locks obscured much of her big brown chocolate eyes. The lady's waist-length black rubber jacket was zipped and clung tightly to her petite frame, as did her gray pleated skirt. Black nylons and knee-high combat boots completed the ensemble. The Guak thought her eyeliner was a little too thick, but overall he really liked the cut of her jib.

"So tell me, The Guak," said the woman. "What's it like to die?"

"Who are you?"

The woman brought the cigarette to her dark crimson, nearly black, lips. Our hero noticed her fingernails were painted a similar shade. She took a long drag from her smoke. The strong smell of vanilla permeated the still air of the alley. She parsed her lips and and exhaled as slowly and deliberately as she inhaled

"I asked you first."

"Well," our hero replied, less than pleased with the woman's rejoinder. "Do you mean what did it feel like melting to death?"

"No," she started to clarify. "What did you experience after you died, but before we brought you back?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" she asked. She stepped closer to The Guak until there was only a foot separating them. She stared up into his green eyes. "Nothing at all?"

"I remember burning alive and then spending a lot of time dreaming."

"They were naughty dreams too," she said with a smirk. "You had a mind-numbing number of nocturnal emissions."

Like I mentioned in the previous chapter, dear reader, The Guak never felt embarrassment; while the word was in his vocabulary it was an emotion he had never experienced. But right then, right there, the man came dangerously close.

"Well..." he said before trailing off.

"It's okay," the lady reassured him. "I realize those things have minds of their own."

She took another long drag. The vanilla smoke rolled out of her mouth and ascended into the face of our hero.

"Speaking of ejaculate," the woman continued. "Did you know you're sterile? A couple of girls on the staff are bummed out by this discovery. Another is happy; she's allergic to latex. And one of the men is disappointed as well curiously enough."

"And which one are you?" The Guak inquired.

"I'm the man of course."

"Now answer my question: who are you?" asked The Guak.

"I'm Dinah."