Issue 3
Fist City Misfits Part 2

The lock clicks. The door swings open. Here comes Tiffany with another girl.

Tiffany: I got Some.
Spanner: Some what?
Tiffany: This is Something Who. She plays drums. She has strong hands.

Spanner reaches from the couch to shake hands and receives a firm handshake.

Spanner: Pleased to meet you.
Something: Muteshull i’m shur.

Tiffany produces a card and shows it to Something Who.

Tiffany: This is Spanner Stilson, Fixer.

Spanner and Something Who shakes hands again.

Something: Glatta makeyer ackwaintense.
Spanner: You shake hands like a hard working man.
Tiffany: Something Who is an animal.

And they are on him as such. These tiger ladies in their svelte coats. Their eyes light up like cats aprowl. They circle the couch and pounce for the feeding.

Strange that Spanner Stilson should be preyed upon by the rhythm section of a pretty much definitely completely certified lesbian band. Not that it’s the rule and sure some male groupies have filtered backstage and had their round... but, well... that usually involves strap-ons.

Spanner is unconcerned. He is mildly concussed by his own diagnosis.

They each grab a limb and massage him. They focus on the curative measures of massage.

Something Who gently firmly treats his tender left wrist. Its hurt is evident to her touch.

Tiffany Epiphany kneads his knee. She juggles his patella like an empty turtle shell in a sandbox. They perform like professionals.

The music in the background is classic Mandarin pop songs from the thirties.

Tiffany and Something Who have an internal rhythm making music together. Each does a side. One arm, one leg, every digit and divot and the corresponding torso.

The three consummate a total rhythm.

Spanner is their instrument and his instrument is breath. They define his chakras and lay them open to emit light.

The soles of his feet and palms of his hands emit a faint glow. His third eye, could he see it, his prick, his asshole and every other available chakra he doesn't know the order or name of emits a subtle beginning glow.

The girls spin Spanner on the sofa. The top of his shaved pate issues a dim glimmer. He is notably aroused. The girls’ firm hands mutually assure it.

Tiffany is the first. Spanner is surprised, not shocked and surprised just surprised, when Tiffany envelopes his notability.

He has no choice. Not that he’d make another.

Spanner is surprised and pleased. Tiffany rides him like a rented mule or a redheaded stepchild. Badass bassist Tiffany Epiphany tears him up with her power. Something Who alternately nibbles, kisses and gnaws on Spanner. Her strong hands explore his every muscle. They remove the tensions built and bound in by his many years office working career. She releases those energies and renews his energy with her own.

He has no choice. Spanner, Tiffany and Something Who attain a communal climax and collapse.

Exertion such as this could be deemed dangerous for the concussed. These three fall to slumber among limbs on the cool subterranean couch in the living room of Spanner’s new home: Fist City.

There is little on Spanner’s docket but recovery and the merciless pursuit of Tiffany and Something Who, whose inappropriate mispronunciations vary in their perplexity.

Tiffany seems really to love him. Something Who seems slightly more interested in Tiffany. But they are a rhythm section.

They bring Spanner small items to fix: lockets, skates, glasses, book spines, curling irons, irons, punkrock gear, transistor radios, figurines, crushed walnuts, worn out sponges and all other cornucopia of tiny possibles.

Spanner: Bring me the junk drawers and tools and hardware. Surely you have
these things in the underground lair...
Something Who[slaps his ass]: Lemme getchya toolbelt.
Tiffany: Come up with what you can Some.

Something Who departs. Tiffany pulls Spanner to the couch, kisses him and draws away.

Spanner[puzzled]: What?
Tiffany: I’m pregnant.
Spanner: What?
Tiffany: I’m going to have our child.
Spanner: Are you sure? I mean... What do you mean?
Tiffany: I can tell. I feel it.
Spanner: Conception perception?
Tiffany: A fair estimation.
Spanner: Do you even want to have my child? I mean... aren’t you and
Something Who something? I mean... lesbians. What do you need
with children?
Tiffany: It might be nice having you around to fix shit. [she snuggles up to him.]
Spanner: Great.
Tiffany: I want this to happen. This is a special place full of special people and
you belong.
Spanner: I’m glad you’re convinced. I haven’t even met the rest of the band.
Tiffany: Something Who likes you.
Spanner: What about me? The rest of my life?
Tiffany: I thought you quit.
Spanner: I guess I did.

They kiss and Spanner agrees to stay on and make this his very room and someday when he’s well see the rest of Fist City.