Virginia left the station and stood on the corner, the high chill wind of April regrettably having its way with the remnants of her hairdo. Pulling the slicker from her tote bag, she smiled inwardly at her pre-planning. It was a black slicker with too many zippers, far more modern than Virginia was, but on sale, and it relieved her of some shivering. She got her bearings. She would have to cross Surf Avenue and troll up and down the strip, looking for Jupiter Place. There was simply no way she was going to ask anyone. The wind was making her feel too raw.
She checked on the animals. The parakeets were scared stiff. They didn’t even bob their heads or stretch their necks. They were huddled side by side making like a statue of conjoined twins.
“My blue beauties! I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon. Look at Coney Island!” No response. She sympathized with them, delicate bodies having been transported on cart, bus, van, and subway, to this feather-whipping place. She checked on the food bags and saw that both remained secure. Then she bent down low to check on her cats. Daisy peered out of the left compartment, unfazed, as if transcending her new surroundings.
“Daisy! This has been quite a trip!”
Like a sphinx, Daisy watched without comment. Perhaps she had grown immune, thought Virginia, as she marveled at her cat’s stony demeanor.
She looked into Midnight’s side of the cat carrier. Her heart pumped double time as no glowing eyes greeted her, no nibbling teeth snapped, no black cat approached the grate and groaned for food. She looked deep into the shadowy interior.
Empty. Midnight was gone.
She frantically checked everything, as if he could somehow be a cat burglar, clutching on the side or under the wheels. Maybe he was inside her tote bag, or in her purse, lapping up the remains of Damiana. But no.
“Oh my God.”
She mentally retraced her steps but there were too many. She had come too far from the moment she said goodbye to her plants. When was the last time she had seen him? Had he been on the subway? On the platform, on the street, in Jeane’s van? Had he been there at all? Had she dreamed his choking incident and his fishy lunch?
Panic gripped the ends of Virginia and pulled them loose. She paced and began to sweat despite the wind. All at  once, she suffered. It was a moment reminiscent of so many others. Virginia sucked in hard, wailed once, and crumpled over. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. She spat out vulgarities so vicious they could have ejected her teeth. Years of listening to the police radio had planted in her a very colorful dialect.
The sparsely populated sidewalk seemed to empty completely. Just a dotty old woman in a dated pink suit crying away her makeup.
“Mom,” Daisy finally implored faintly, “Mom, calm down. We have a job to do. Midnight will find his way. I did.”
Oh Daisy. So much she had put on her dear cat’s little frame, in her little mind. She let go of the panic that would now slide away on the wind, and made up her mind to find Madame Chi. Without a thought about the streaks of makeup that now carved a swathe from her eyes to her jawbone, Virginia dejectedly grabbed for the cart handle and shuffled across Surf Avenue. A wonder no car sped through the crosswalk at that moment – she’d never bothered to check if she had the light.
She plod-dragged to the left, and plod-dragged back to the right. Pigeons joined her, interested in the parakeets. She focused only on signs, ignoring the garbage and the scratchy music from the cars and stands. The signs, she was disappointed to see, were scrawled in cheap paint. Knishes for 50¢. Shrimp rolls for $1.
It took a few more blocks to locate Jupiter Place. Heralded by a cardboard box plunked on a trash barrel, Jupiter Place hardly lived up to its vibrant, celestial name. It was a dumpy little alley lined with shooting galleries and cotton candy stands. Virginia began a hesitant trek through the bang! bang! of the shooting games and the delighted screams of children. A motley group of young adults stood crowded around a makeshift booth, blocking further passage. One was arguing with the booth’s occupant.
“This is public property! I can film here if I want to!”
“You, sir, are disturbing my customers! I’m going to call the police!”
“If you had asked me nicely, I would have stopped!”
Virginia looked at the storekeeper, an old woman, plain brown hair pulled high atop her head in a beehive. Her droopy dress created a look of pancakes and lace. She was wearing a great deal of jewelry, all of which incorporated pearls. Virginia peered up at the homemade sign.
Madame Chi
Charms, Insights, Answers
$5

Madame Chi. Virginia didn’t feel excited, relieved, or anxious. She felt very little, in fact. Something about Madame Chi seemed familiar and, if anything, Virginia felt strangely at home. Or maybe she was just exhausted.
She waited until the group moved away, tossing newly won stuffed animals back and forth and laughing about someone named Terry being scared of the Cyclone. Then she approached the beehived old lady.
“Excuse me, Madame Chi?”
“Yes, would you like to have your fortune told? I’m just about to close.”
“Ah, well, I have something that belongs to you.”
“Really? How interesting. Come inside, come inside. Let’s have a look.”
Virginia stepped into the booth and followed Madame Chi through a heavy curtain at the rear, dragging her luggage. She was amazed at the sudden change as they entered a back room, cool but stagnant. It was eerily quiet in contrast to the alley, and very dark. She couldn’t make out much more than amorphous shapes piled on shelves. Jars, boxes, felt bags, vases, canisters, pots, pans, vessels of all sorts blended into the rich textured background of hand painted walls.
What struck Virginia most was the overwhelming smell, like an Indian kitchen. Unfamiliar scents blended together and created a cloud that, though oppressive, was not distasteful. Virginia opened her purse and pulled out the urn. She took a deep, important breath.
“Madame Chi. I’ve come from New Jersey to return Damiana to you.”
Madame Chi looked closely at the urn, opened its lid, and took a long sniff at its contents. She giggled, revealing yellowed teeth. Virginia was shocked.
“What….how…why did you do that?”
“Ahhhhh…..damiana. Yes. Did you order this?”
“Did I order this? No! I…what?”
“You must have ordered this. Why did you bring it back? It makes such a lovely touch.”
Utterly confused, Virginia stuttered, “A touch…a touch of what? Isn’t this Damiana? Your beloved Damiana?”
Madame Chi laughed. “Of course it is. This is most definitely damiana. It’s a wonderful
herb. Where did you get it? This is my urn, so you must have ordered it.”
“No. Someone gave it to me, well, threw it at me. Then it was mine. I thought…”
Madame Chi was unruffled. Her brown beehive shimmied with her giggles.
“I see. Well, it’s a special herb. Difficult to obtain in this country, but I have my ways.”
“An herb? Damiana is an herb?”
A wave of sadness overtook Virginia.
“Damiana is the perfect final touch for many things. Look.” Madame Chi pulled an old leather-bound book from an overloaded shelf and flipped to the middle. The brittle pages cracked threateningly in Madame Chi’s hands.
“See here? ‘Beloved.’ One of my favorite recipes. ‘Beloved’ guarantees you your heart’s innermost desires. ‘Beloved’ fulfills every fantasy you’ve ever had, all at once, wrapped together like a wish web. ‘Beloved ’ is one of my favorites.”
Virginia’s brain spun like a top.
“This one here is remarkable. ‘Resentful.’ It also uses damiana. It will turn your mortal enemy into your best friend, but only for a while, just enough time to enact your revenge. A very potent mixture indeed.”
“And see this? Ah yes. ‘Discover.’ My very oldest recipe, and my most intoxicating.”
Virginia read the recipe.

Discover
One teaspoon damiana
One tablespoon catnip
Pinch of powdered mangosteen rind
Pinch of asafoetida (be careful not to overdo it!)
5 Sichuan peppercorns
3 oz. dark rum (substitute white rum if necessary)
Juice from half a lemon
Splash of hot sauce (optional)
One cup water
Combine all ingredients in a bowl, stirring three times counter-clockwise. Add a woman’s hair, approximately one inch long. You need not know the woman, but if she is a family member that’s best.
Transfer liquid to an airtight container. Close and shake vigorously.
Store in a cool, dark place for seven days. Liquid should turn dark amber and there should be a fine layer of sediment on the bottom.
After exactly seven days, open container. You may wish to wear a mask, as the odor can be very strong.
Drink fast. Results will be felt immediately.

Results. What results? Virginia looked up. Madame Chi was cooing to the parakeets who cheerfully nuzzled her fingers. Madame Chi looked kindly at Virginia.
“Ah, my dear. You are a beautiful woman. ‘Discover’ will help you find that which you have lost. You have lost something, my dear?”
Midnight, Jeane, her husband, life. All lost. Long dormant despair coursed through her.
“Yes. Yes, I have lost something.” She was crying again.
Madame Chi looked deep into her eyes.
“My pet, my dear, don’t cry. You have lost something, and ‘Discover’ can help you find it again. Would you like that?”
“Yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you, Madame Chi.”
“You are ready. You have opened yourself up to discovery. You are truly special, my pet, a rare find indeed. Very special and very beautiful. I can see all the way inside of you and I see the purest heart. I see a woman who has loved very much, and who no longer knows how to love anew. Am I right my dear?”
Virginia nodded. She didn’t know if Madame Chi was right, but she felt overcome by trust, and dizzy.
“I have some ‘Discover’ here. I used my own hair. I think you will find that ‘Discover’ is just what you are looking for.” Madame Chi retrieved a small glass bottle filled with brown sludgy liquid from the back of a high shelf. She popped out the cork and handed it to Virginia.
“Take a sip, my pet, climb the stairs, and discover what you are destined to find.”
Virginia smelled the foul substance. The liquid from the balloon. Without hesitation, she took a long pull from the delicate little bottle. Results were felt immediately.

    After her training session, Jeane’s head was swimming with thoughts.  She stuck her hand out for a cab.  As she slid into the back seat, she realized she was exhausted.  She could hardly keep her eyes open.  Back at the hotel the waxen man, still on duty, slipped her a plastic room key and retrieved her luggage.  Jeane noticed the elevator did not ding, but instead rattled loudly.  At her door, the card reader blinked green and buzzed her inside.
    The sun had not yet set completely, but the natural light was too dim to illuminate the room.  Jeane flicked on the light, which revealed a tiny, claustrophobic square.  A full-sized bed took up most of the room, leaving hardly enough room for Jeane to open her suitcase.
She flopped onto the polyester comforter.  Jeane had never stayed in a hotel by herself before and she felt unexpectedly self-conscious, as though someone was watching her. The silence began to smother her.  Suddenly, Jeane realized she felt horribly lonely.  The emotion washed over her and she burst into tears.  She curled herself up into a ball hugging one of the bed pillows, her tears dampening the pillowcase.  She thought, then, of Virginia, and how she’d taken off with the pet carriers, ambling slowly towards the entrance to the subway. Had she made it to Coney Island?  Jeane realized what she could do to fill the void of time until she went to sleep.  She’d drive to Coney Island to check on Virginia, if she could find her. 
    The waxen man wrote down directions to Coney Island for her on a piece of hotel stationary.
    “This Jupiter Place, though, I don’t know what that is.  Just ask someone when you get down there I suppose. ”
    “OK, thanks.”  Jeane grabbed the paper and hustled out the door.  On her way, she paid little attention to the x-rated video shops, their clients quietly skulking in their doorways, or to the cluster of rats, their fur patchy in spots, rummaging through a lone black trash bag.
    At the garage, the attendant was waiting for her, his arms crossed.
    “Lady, you are NOT allowed to keep animals in this garage!”
    “Animals?  What?”  Jeane looked at him, confused.
    The attendant held out his arms.  They were streaked with bright red scratches.
    “Yeah.  Your fucking cat here attacked me.”
    Jeane was still confused, and when the man motioned to the van she looked inside.  There on the driver’s seat sat Midnight, curled up into a ball, purring loudly.
    “Oh, fuck!” Jeane whispered.
    “Yeah, fuck is right!  Jesus Christ.  Listen, if you bring this van back later, the cat better not be inside.”  Midnight blinked his enormous yellow eyes at her, looking sinister.
***
    Jeane weaved the van through the streets of Manhattan, making her way towards FDR Drive.  The sun was setting and it was becoming difficult to see pedestrians.  As she made her way through an intersection, a black Lexus whizzed past her on the left (“Is that even a lane?” Jeane wondered) and cut her off, nearly mowing down a cyclist.  She slammed on the brakes and the horn, and Midnight nearly slid off the seat.
    As she continued south through Brooklyn, she examined her surroundings as they whizzed past.  Low, shoddy buildings lined the highway, their power lines snaked in tangled arrangements.  Jeane took the exit marked “Coney Island,” but then immediately becam e confused.  The road forked, unmarked, and she stayed to the right. She scanned the area suspiciously.  It was not what she had been expecting.  Wasn’t Coney Island an amusement park?  Where were the signs and the rides?  She maneuvered the van into a parking space and sighed, realizing she would probably have to take Midnight with her.  She was surprised that he let her pick him up, and even more surprised when he draped himself lazily over her left shoulder.
    As she turned the corner past Nathan’s hot dogs, she smiled. Music blared from rides and game attendants yelled into microphones, riling up competition between teenage contestant.  She remembered going to parks like this with her friends and later with George, smelling of salty sweat and cotton candy and fresh air.  At a nearby shooting game, a determined young man won a large stuffed banana for the woman fawning over his skills.  Jeane chuckled, wondering if there was any irony in the prize.  She longed to join the line for one of the rougher rides, one where she might be smashed up against someone else, spinning and twisting in a painted metal car, their elbows bruising as they gasped with laughter. 
    Midnight was so still on her shoulder that Jeane had nearly forgotten about him.  But as he shifted, she remembered Jupiter Place.  She walked towards the boardwalk, only to find that most of the brightly colored shops were closed.  Another left turn sent her back into the park. 
    It was dark now, and Midnight was growing agitated.  Around them, rides and games began pulling down painted gates and locking up.  Jeane wasn’t easily frightened, but she grew uneasy as the park became quiet.  Midnight must have shared her apprehension and leapt off of her shoulder, slinking towards a shuttered fried dough stand.    As she picked the cat up again, she noticed the sign.  It was nailed to the back of a tin wall, and it pointed like an arrow to an alley Jeane hadn’t noticed: JUPITER PLACE.
    A creepy mannequin danced awkwardly in a plastic storefront, set in motion by a patron’s quarter.  Jeane shuttered at its jerky movements and black eyes.  A few feet ahead sat a storefront with the number 12 on the door.  Lights glowed inside, and Jeane hoped Virginia would just be waiting inside.
    The door creaked open.  Cluttered shelves lined the walls, filled with dusty boxes of herbs. Dark tapestries hung at odd angles.  Everything looked very old and dim.
    It took Jeane a few seconds to spot the small counter at the back of the store.  Behind it sat an ageless woman with long wavy hair and shining eyes.  She wore a draped dress that sparkled slightly in the muted light.
    “May I help you?” she asked.  “Are you looking for something?”  Her voice seemed simultaneously smooth and gravelly.
    “Well, actually, I’m looking for someone.  An older woman wearing pink?  I think she was coming here today, and she had some animal carriers with her?  She was trying to return something to someone named Madame Chi. ”
    “Ah, yes.  Virginia?  Yes.  She found what she was looking for.”
    Jeane was annoyed at the cryptic nature of the woman’s answers.
    “This is her cat.  Is she still here?”
    The woman pointed to a set of rickety stairs behind her and smiled.
    “I think you’ll find what you’re looking for up there.”
Jeane paused for a moment to examine the shop again before turning towards the stairs.  Dusty books lined the shelf closest to the stairway, and Jeane immediately noticed a thick, leather-bound book titled, “Altrabrux….”  She couldn’t make out the entire name, but she made a mental note that this book was what spell books must look like.  She shivered.
Jeane took a deep breath before beginning her ascent on the stairs.  The third step let out a horrible creak, as though its rot would give way to her weight.  Jeane prayed silently that she would not fall victim to the ancient shop.
As she grew closer to the second floor, Jeane began to hear the faint sounds of music playing, its bass causing small vibrations around her.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Jeane found Virginia standing in the center of a rectangular room, surrounded by br ight pillows, her muscles relaxed.  Something had changed.  Jeane did not notice the Jewish man, asleep on a padded bench, his erection standing proud like an elementary school flagpole.

The Fuck Fest had different rooms full of college women. One room was a nightclub atmosphere. Another had a huge dollhouse with carpeted compartments where each couple was fucking. These compartments were numbered I guess because each girls would eventually be with all the men in the room. Last there was another room with six men and six women interlocked in a circle of passion. Each man or woman was being fucked and fucking or sucking the one in front of them.
The questions remained would Moe and I go into the same room to explore our sexuality together or would we go our separate ways? I had not really given that much thought to it. All of the rooms seemed absolutely fascinating. I wanted to gain entrance into all three of the rooms, but that was out of the question. I was never faced with such a difficult task before. I had obstacles to master in school, but I had never faced a problem like this. This was unique. It was my first invitation to Fuck Fest.
Hey man why don’t we go into separate rooms so we can compare notes if you know what I mean.
Sure man, I think it is a good idea to go our separate ways so that we do not…you know have any problems…if you know what I mean.
Yeah man so lets do this.
What room you thinking of Josh?
I like the fucking dollhouse thing. It kind of reminds me of when I was a kid and I wanted to fuck the shit out of my friend’s mother.
That’s creepy man.
Hey, I don’t judge you so…don’t man.
Chill man.
What room you going to Moe?
I am going full force into the orgy!
Okay, don’t be so uptight. Keep it in your pants.
Little did we know that we had only passed round one. We still had to pass “the test.” The test was to withstand getting an erection while the girls caressed our bodies for five minutes. Fuck, this was going to be a challenge. How the fuck does anyone who is fucking horny do this. This is pure torture.
This cute perky 5’2” blonde with a kick ass body came over to me. I knew I could have her later but now I had to pass the test. I had to come up with a plan.
I thought to myself. I know I have it. I will picture my mother. I know there is no way I am going to get a hard-on with my mother staring at me exclaiming, “what the “H” “E” double hockey sticks are you doing? You should be learning Torah. A Yeshiva student does not engage in illicit behavior. Get you cloths on and go back to the Chabad house. One minute passed by. Shit, I have four minutes left. What will I ever do this girl is way too hot. I know I got it. My rabbi. I could never get a hard on if I knew he was watching. This was good for two minutes. Only two minutes left. Think…think hard. No, no, not hard…My sister, even better. I was about to pass the test when the thought of my sister began to fade with fifteen seconds to pass. “G-d please let me have this pleasure.”
At this point I was sweating. I did not know how I was going to pass and I did. This test came as a surprise, but I had passed sadly enough with G-d’s help. They say, G-d helps you even if it is bad for you. The hope and prayer is that you learn from your mistakes.
Shit not time to think about G-d. I need to get laid. I need to have some hot dripping pussy.
Moe had a different task. I guess they switched things up a bit. For him all he had to do was get down on all fours and become this bitch’s horse. She would ride him in any fashion she liked. If she made the first move towards having sex it was fair game for him to continue.
She had on five-inch black leather stilettos. She had a whip in hand to keep her horsy from getting out of control. ONE, TWO, THREE off to the races. She rode him all around the room while every two seconds whipping each side of his back and buttocks. She then climbed off and got on her back signaling for Moe to face-sit her.
In his mind he is like…finally some action. This girl is not all that crazy. WRONG. She took her stilettos and stuck them straight up his ass. HOLY MOTHER OF MERCY. But the strange thing was he liked it wanting so more.
I picked her up and said. Suck my big fat dick bitch.
Needless to say she did exactly as I commanded.
Get on all fours bitch. See how you like being a horse.
You would never be able to tell from first glance that she was a bodybuilder. The test was to see if Moe would take charge otherwise he would have failed.  He met up with Josh in the hall afterwards.
What the fuck happened to you in there?
My soldier had to lay low for five minutes.
Shit that must have been hard.
Harder then you think. Shit man, what did you have to do?
I had to be ridden like a horse.
Fuck!
Crazy shit.
Do you want to go on?
Fuck yeah!
I learned a lot about myself tonight.
Like what?
G-d’s the man. I like being Jewish.
What? How can you say this, now of all times?
When there was fifteen seconds left and I thought of G-d. I asked him to help me through this.
Josh…you did what? I asked G-d to help me through this.
How the fuck could you utter such words?
I don’t know it just came out. What do you want me to do man? I said it.
Fuck man, you definitely screwed up.
Moe we have to get out of here. There will always be next year. We have to talk about this.
No, fuck you!
Fine. Be that way.

    She began wringing her hands. She noticed her fidget, became embarassed, and pulled her hair out of her face into a tight pony-tail. She didn’t like the way that it felt, so she re-adjusted it. She sat still in the back, watching the meter click, click, click. All the way to Coney Island.
    The cabbie dropped her off in front of a large building, comically colored. She realized it was a hot dog stand. Hot dogs. She paid, hopped out and immediately started walking. Distracted and disoriented, she stepped straight into a large man carrying two hotdogs in each hand. She took a step back, quickly calculated how many calories that could possibly be, then let out a sigh of relief as she watched him set the dogs down in front of a woman and two children. Spicy mustard, ketchup and sauerkraut forged a path to her nostrils and she realized she was hungry. Really hungry. She would wait. She began drifting towards the water, its gentle laps pulling her.
    She reached the amusement park. Spinning rides. The park looked archaic, rickety. Old cotton candy bags swirled in front of her, and it seemed as if every step was softened by a dropped and long-forgotten ketchup packet. She stepped on one, still full. Pop. She watched the ketchup slowly ooze onto the ground. Margie wondered if they still had freak-shows here. Perhaps she could catch one on her way back from Madame Chi’s.
    She walked through the center of the park, catching the sight of Dante’s Inferno on her left. Two people exited the ride, laughing hysterically. She imagined being in the tiny car, tightly grasping someone’s hand. She continued walking, scanning each crevice for Madame Chi.
    Her nose caught a whiff of something smoky. Jasmine. Sweet. Rose. She wandered towards the scent, caught up in smoke. She was met with a wooden sign, scrawled handwriting and painted flowers. She stared at it long enough to make out the words, Madame Chi that was enough for her. Margie’s curiosity overtook her actions as she opened the front door. Chimes jingled the door closed.
    “Hello?” she called.

    A tall woman emerged from behind a large curtain. She looked strong, confident. Her long black hair was pulled back from her face; her eyes were pools of blue. They were spinning, hypnotic. Margie instantaneously knew. This woman could see right through her. She became uncomfortable.
    “Hello” she calmly cooed. “Please, sit down.” She motioned towards a plush, crushed red-velvet chair. The pillows were so large Margie thought they would swallow her alive. She plopped on the red marshmallow, pulling her hair from her eyes, sitting back too far. Leaning made her stomach muscles tense. Margie immediately began speaking, but the words came out all confused.
    “I’m here, Madame Chi…I saw this woman, she died and I saw her. She was dead on the street, and then this waiter was singing. And a woman, her buttons didn’t fit, she said you needed cat ashes.”
    “Shh…” Madame Chi silenced her. Margie sat, nervous. Her eyes open wide. She imagined them bursting from her head, plodding along the dirty wooden planks and rolling straight for the front door.
    “You don’t need to tell me anything, I know why you’re here.”
    She slowly walked over to a large bookshelf, selected a large leather-bound book and pulled it down. It creaked as it opened. Gold lettering on the front glittered. Margie’s eye caught Alb… before the lettering was out of view. The book was large, but it appeared tiny in the hands of Madame Chi. It was almost cartoonish and Margie was reminded of spell books in stories she had read as a child.
    She watched Madame Chi’s crooked, albeit perfectly painted, finger gently careen over the words in the book. She repeated some of the lines under her breath. Margie was transfixed. Madame Chi walked from the bookshelf to another shelf and slowly grabbed a vial. It held some greenish liquid – slightly sludgy. She poured a small amount into a pewter chalice and brought it towards Margie. She silently handed it over.
    “I trust…” she began, but the rest was unnecessary.

On the corner of Bank and Greenwich Avenue Thor saw a beautiful slender rocker twink sporty an almost translucent baby t that was so worn you could see the tattoo above and over his right nipple. “Oh God!”  Jezzzzzz its Jezzzzzzzzzuss! Fuck I’d let him keep the tie on whist ripping away his loin clothe with my teeth! “AL AL BUTTTTEROXXXINNATION ” His fantasy was ripped apart by the boy man on the street yelling like a rebel whilst holding a flyer. “What?” Thor exclaimed in an almost timid but mainly voice.  The rocker peered down at Thors sweater as Thor desperately tried too adjust and look coy!
The thin boyish man yelled “ALBUTEROXON! …Allluuutubutterroxxxxian” 
Thor ran over “You say it different every time, yet I’m feeling a vibe from this word” Now he was very hard. Looking down as almost to point at Thors boner but just laughing “Maybe you should come?” Thor smiled “Oh I’m about to!” “No, come to Madame Chis!” The boy looked right into his eyes.“Oh bloody hell!”  almost like he was cumming “Did you say Madame Chis?”
“Yes she is waiting for you!” “OH FUCK! OH FUCK!! OH FUCK!!!” “She can help you with that” The man gazed at Thor and then scanned him from head to toe with his eyes.  Thor had a hard time and slurred “I was just…a…she was  just….he was OH MY GOD!!! Thor rushed in, hugged this slender tender toy of a boy as the stranger slightly recoiled from the pressure of Thors unfettered manhood.
Thor looked down and exclaimed “Oh sorry! I just…well you know…I, I…”
“Shhhhhhhhhh”  The boy Actually placed his index finger on Thors lips “I know, I know!”
Thor got very excited “Where is she?”
“Follow the prompts” handing him a glossy pamphlet with beautiful symbols on the cover of which was a pixilated image of Madam Chi
“Why is she censored?” Thor asked “Is she as hot as you?”
The young man blushed “UHHH”
 “Sorry it’s a sickness, its just well, you’re so fucking hot!”
The lad exclaimed “You mean like Jesus?
Thor got close and moaned “Oh God, let me blow the Jean’s off your skinny ass!”
The man then got so close he was a millimeter next to kissing Thor “What if I told you I was Madam Chi?” Thor rubbed his chin against the boy and whispered in his ear “I would say get over here and let me suck on Mamas Dick!”
“You need to hurry if you are going to get there on time”
Thor was still up against this fascinating piece of ass  “Am I imagining this? I feel like I am having an acid flash back”
“Keep holding on to the instructions they will lead you to your destination”.
“What’s your name?”
Breathing hard “Its like the first male”
Thor new his best weapon levity “Like the first male I every fucked?”
The boy grabbed Thors massive member and squeezed “No like the first male God every fucked over?” Thor exhaled “ADAM?” The boy took his wet and slender tongue and ran it from Thors neck into his ear. “If you wish”
Thor was about to pop “Your funny, and cute and hot…”
Adam finally kissed Thor in a way that brought him into the abyss of ecstasy it was like he was surfing in Thors wave of bliss, “SHHHHHHH you had me at go blow! You had me had go blow!”
Adam then bolted around the corner of Perry Street like a genie or a dolphin Thor could not place the soccer’s quickness. “How do I find her?” Hearing a voice that he was not sure his or Adams “Look inside…look inside” He opened up his pamphlet