Fantasy A Little Night Music by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The sun didn't shine through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of the castle. It didn't cast its beam across the marble floor, onto the Persian rug, across the king-sized bed, or onto the face of Contessa Helena de San Finzione, because there was nothing outside the version of La Contessa's bedroom where Helena and Suzy-Q lay in bed, playfully stroking each other's hair and planting little kisses on each other's face and neck as they spoke.

"Shouldn't I have woken up by now," Helena asked Suzy-Q. "I mean, we figured out there's probably a bomb, that's the sort of thing that does it on TV. Learned a few things with someone," she cupped Suzy-Q's breast for emphasis. "Whom, I must admit, it would be nice to be THIS friendly with her... Hey, what is Susan to you, anyway? Your boss? Is is like that animated movie about the emotions in the little girl's head? Is she Capo di Tutti Capi? How does it work?"

Suzy-Q thought a moment and idly stroked Helen's pussy before while she thought.

"Well, 'boss' and 'boss of all bosses' are inaccurate. Yeah, that's right, Susan's seen The Godfather. 'Dear friend, who kindly allows us to sleep on her mind's couches' might be brutal, but accurate. We were well on our way to becoming multiple personalities when Troy & Julie showed up. Now, we're... more like her advisers. Sometimes, if Life's getting to her, she'll... sort of 'mentally pull over and let one of us drive for a bit.' The other two have been working overtime with everything happening; that could be why nobody's noticed me gone yet. I've always been something of a wallflower until recently; you wouldn't recognize me a couple months ago. Well, except for the whole 'We all look just like Susan' part. I dressed differently back then."

Suzy-Q sat up and looked out the windows at the blackness outside, because Helena hadn't imagined anything beyond this room and the passage back to her study.

"The only bad part about this little visit for me," Suzy-Q said, staring at the Nothing outside. "Is that I'm pretty sure Susan's not ready to know about all this." She bowed her head. "God, don't let me be the part that keeps secrets from her. I like her too much for that."

Helen turned to face Suzy-Q, propping her head up with her hand.

"Hey, I get it. If I found out some part of my psyche was going off and helping Susan through weird vision quests; I can't say how I'd take that either. The worst part for me is not knowing how long until I wake up. For all I know, it's been days and the bomb's gone off already. People could be dead now because I can't wake up! Oh, fuck! SPRINGHEEL!"

Suzy-Q lay back on the bed and faced Helen as well. With Susan's free hand, she touched Helen behind the left earlobe and started tracing tiny spirals.

"Don't freak out! Remember: On TV, that always makes them flatline in the real world, and you don't have time for that shit! We keep coming back to TV and movies on this."

Helen closed her eyes and sighed, visibly relaxing.

"Yeah..." Helen sighed out. "That's really all we've got to work with, though." She sighed again as all of the tension left her face. "No one has touched that trigger in years."

"Wonder where I learned it," Suzy-Q said with a smile. "Now, we can more... well, we said goodbye to 'rationally' long ago; so, let's say 'calmly,' discuss your concern. This 'guest access' I've got to your thoughts? I think you might 'drop the firewall' a bit during sex; because I picked up a lot back in that 69. You're lonely, Helen; and you feel like you have to be alone in everything. If there's some kind of 'lesson' in all this, Contessa, it's that you are most certainly not."

She kissed Helena's neck before continuing.

"Contessa Helena de San Finzione surrounds herself with smart, capable people; many of whom are presently NOT undergoing vision quests; they're on this thing too. From what I get from you about Ramirez, his macho pride might've gotten stung for being helpless; but he's over it by now, and is doing something. Probably just what we've been doing. Not the sex; the 'putting stuff together' part. There's a good chance he's figured out the bomb thing, himself."

Helen nodded as Suzy-Q slid her hand gently down to Helen's shoulder and started massaging it.

"And Troilus Fucking Equals, Helen, is out there for you. The world finding out about all of you is his nightmare, but you know that once Julie's sorted out, nothing's going to keep his brain away from this. And when Julie's back to herself, she'll be right beside him. This fucker needs to start praying that Troy finds him before she does.