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Immaculate Fetish

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by Jamie Antonia Symonanis


  Greta and Valia both looked up at the two drooling out of the truck window in awe. “Are you talking to me?” Valia asked.

  “I am talking to you and your gorgeous twin sister sitting next to you,” the passenger seat guy grinned. “You gotta excuse him cause he don’t got a lot of manners,” the driver said.

  “Greta pushed the bucket seat forward, took a pen out of her purse and tore off part of the bag her water was in. She scribbled what looked like a phone number on the piece of paper, handed it to the driver, and said, “Call us,” in a nasally Brooklyn style accent.

  “What are your names?” the driver asked.

  “I am Paloma,” Greta said, “and I am Gina,” Valia cooed.

  The driver put his truck in gear and slowly pulled away.

  Greta and Valia both hopped into the front seat quickly. Greta started the car, turned left onto Vessey until she turned left at Broadway. She pulled over next to a few men in suits waiting to cross the street on Broadway near City Hall. “Which of us do you think is more attractive?” Greta asked.

  They stared at them both with a look of disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding,” the guy standing in the middle said, “you’re identical.”

  “Really, cause most people think I am more attractive since I am older,” Valia smiled.

  “How much older?” one of the other men asked.

  Greta looked at Valia and they screamed at each other. “Aaaargh, they can see both of us.”

  “See both of you here and in my dreams if I am lucky,” one of the men shouted as Greta put the car in gear and drove away.

  “Valia, you are visible, they can see you,” Greta said pulling the car over.

  “Regimas,” Valia replied. When we merged to JTIK, your will for me to be visible, to be real, was so strong it has manifested.” “I am indeed visible,” she smiled moving her hand over Greta’s thigh casting a shadow.

  Greta moved her hand over Valia’s casting a shadow on her hand casting a shadow on her thigh. She pulled her close and began kissing her passionately. “I am so happy,” she said. She reached between her thighs, removed the Valia necklace and placed it around her neck. “Try it now.” Valia moved her hand over Greta’s thigh casting no shadow. When she moved her hand over Valia’s, again no shadow. Greta then stood up in her seat and raised her top exposing her beautiful breasts. “What do you think of these my good man?” she whispered to a tall gentleman going by who did not seem to notice her. She waved and blew kisses at a busload of people stopped next to them and not one of them acknowledged her presence. She then removed Valia once again from her neck and safely tucked her between her thighs. “I think I like Regimas,” she laughed.

  “So do I,” Valia smiled, the most beautiful smile Greta had seen her wearing since they met. “I think we are going to have further family and friend tweeking as you put it,” she laughed.

  “Looks like they are all going to get two for the price of one,” Greta laughed. “I could just say we met in Millennium Park in Chicago, and that you are from Lithuania, and it is just a remarkable coincidence that we look exactly the same, and talk the same.”

  Valia simply stared back at her with a look that said, “I don’t think so.”

  “Mommy,” Greta quietly moaned, “Mommy, you had twins?”

  “It can be arranged,” Valia said.

  Greta turned the key and started the car, “Now you can help drive,’ she said as she pulled out and headed up Broadway and to the Holland Tunnel.

  “Yes.”

  As they made their way south down I-95, Greta would catch Valia creating shadow images with her hands, marveling at one that looked exactly like a flying seagull. She would wave at people passing in cars and get genuinely excited when they smiled or waved back. Greta was paying such close attention to Valia that she wasn’t watching her speed. A New Jersey state trooper came up behind her fast, lights flashing. She pulled over on the shoulder and turned off the car.

  The officer got out of his vehicle slowly. “Can I see your drivers license and insurance card please?” he asked.

  “Why certainly officer,” Greta replied, reaching in her purse, removing what he asked for and handing it to him. “What seems to be the problem?”

  “You were doing 78 in a 65 m.p.h. speed zone,” he replied.

  “Officer is it true that 80 percent of all cars pulled over for a ticket are red?” Greta asked.

  “I am not sure about that statistic Miss,” he replied, now wearing a huge smile.

  “I cannot imagine why they should be stopped just because they are red, lot’s of fire engines are red.”

  “Where are you heading?” he asked.

  “To visit friends in D.C.” Valia replied.

  “Well I am going to let you off with a warning this time,” he said, “but you mind your speed because the next time you may not be so lucky.”

  “Why thank you officer, that is so nice of you,” Greta smiled, taking back her license and putting it in her bag. “Have you ever been to D.C. officer?”

  “Many times, it is a nice town to visit but I wouldn’t want to live there,” he laughed. “Careful there this weekend especially,” he cautioned, and bid them a safe trip.

  “I didn’t do anything, did you do anything?” Greta asked Valia.

  “No, I didn’t,” Valia laughed.

  “That my dear was due to our awesome beauty and female charm,” Greta giggled looking in the rear view mirror to check her lipstick. She started the car and they were on the road again. “You know, I have not eaten today,” Greta said. She pulled off at the next exit that advertised gas and any number of fast food restaurants. She stopped at a gas station first to fill up, then decided to have something to eat that did not have a face.

  “How about beans, do beans feel pain?” Greta asked getting back into the car.

  “I know you have discovered that communicating with plants is indeed a possibility, but certain forms of life, like that which is grown to sustain other life, accepts this as their reason to exist, so in answer to your question I would have to answer yes but no if that makes any sense to you at all.” Valia replied.

  “Taco Bell then, are you hungry?

  “I will join us in sustenance that does not have a face,” Valia smiled.

  Greta needed to stretch so they went into the Taco Bell to eat. While waiting for their meal after ordering two bean burritos and two cokes, Greta asked Valia if she had to tinkle yet, or would she have to.

  “I am not sure,” she replied.

  Greta picked up the tray and the two empty cups, and walked over to the self-service pop machine where she showed Valia how to fill the cups, and inevitably poison themselves before they walked to a booth by the window.

  “Here come the angels,” a young girl of about six years of age said to her young brother who turned around to see what she was talking about.

  “They are Chistas,” her brother replied, “female angels.”

  “Look mommy, here come the angels,” the young girl called to her mother. Her mother looked at them sitting down at their booth, dressed so differently. “They are not angels honey, they are twins.”

  “But angels are tall like them, and beautiful like them, and many angels look exactly alike,” the young girl replied. “And the spots on their backs is where their wings come out of so they can fly.”

  “You have quite an imagination Jill,” her mother said before gathering their things to leave. “Come on honey, let’s go to the bathroom before we leave.” The young girls brother walked over to their table. “Do angels ever give autographs?” he asked.

  They looked at the wide-eyed boy, then at each other. “Sure we do,” Greta replied. She reached in her purse for a pen and opened a clean napkin. “Whom do we make it out to?”

  “Could you make it out to Jill, that’s my sister.”

  “To Jill it is then,” Greta smiled, signing the napkin first, then handing it over to Valia to sign.

  “Thanks, this
will make my sister very happy.”

  “What did you write?” Greta asked.

  “Taiks ikvaizduz mjetok api galva,” Valia smiled.

  “Peace little lover of life,” Greta replied, “what a beautiful thing to write. How did I know that?”

  “There is a lot you know that you don’t know you know, yet,” Valia laughed. “Come on, I’ll drive.”

  Valia was a great driver. As they passed signs that said Philadelphia this way, Greta could not help but think about how beautiful an adventure the past week had been. “The City of Sisterly Love,” she said.

  “The City of Sisterly Lovers,” Valia replied.

  The daylight cruise continued with Valia behind the wheel until they reached Baltimore. “Baby wants another Starbucks,” Greta said. This time she gave Valia instructions on where to turn and where to get off to reach her coffee.

  “Good, I have to tinkle,” Valia giggled.

  “Darling, that is fabulous,” Greta smiled impishly. “Water sports later perhaps?” she laughed.

  Valia parked perfectly in a spot down the block from the Starbucks. When they entered, Greta ordered for them and they both used the bathroom while their drinks were being made. “I had to come and watch,” Greta grinned. “Your first tinkle.”

  “Tinkle tinkle little star,” Valia smiled. “Your turn,”

  Greta giggled. “You just described water sports, only there is not necessarily a toilet.”

  “Oh, I understand,” Valia grinned.

  “I am sure it’s a nice city, but I don’t have a clue what Baltimore is famous for except John Waters and crab cakes and there is something I have to do today,” she said “here you are sis,” handing Valia a coffee.

  Greta wanted to drive the rest of the way to D.C. She changed the c.d. and smiled as she watched Valia take a sip of her latte. “I am going to take you shopping when we get back to New York,” Greta said, “but for now you can share my clothes since I think they’ll fit.”

  There was a bit more traffic on this final stretch of the trip. Greta sang along to a K.T. Tunstall song, “Her face is a map of the world, Is a map of the world, You can see she’s a beautiful girl, She’s a beautiful girl, And everything around her is a silver spool of light, The people who surround her feel the benefit of it, It makes you calm, She holds you captivated in her palm,” getting Valia to join her in the chorus, “Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see), This is what I wanna be, Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see), Why the hell it means so much to me.”

  They continued singing until the song finished, commanding horns being blown by passing trucks, and waves from children in passing vehicles as they did. “That was o.k.” Greta laughed when the song ended. Valia agreed, seeming happier by the moment.

  When they drove past the Patuxent Wildlife Refuge, she and Valia received a list of requests from the many forms of wildlife in the refuge. Wild turkeys asked that the Thanksgiving Holiday be turned into a vegetarian feast, but the ducks had the loudest and largest list of demands, about everything from having to swim through water tainted by humans, to having drivers show more respect and patience whey they are crossing a road, especially when they have the kids following them.

  “That was one of the loudest and most bizarre things I have ever heard in my life,” Greta laughed. She took a Highway 30 exit to Walter Reed. “We are going to visit Sue’s brother,” she said, as her mood got a bit somber.

  She let Valia give her directions, although since her change she somehow did not seem to need them. They were directed to park underground in front of Building Two. “The pain here is so intense,” Valia said.

  “Yes, I feel it,” Greta replied. “Steven is on the third floor.”

  They made their way up a stairway and through the usual hospital maze to acquire hospital passes. They had to sign in, and Greta watched in amusement as Valia copied her handwriting almost to a crossed T, except for the first name. Valia Garbova, I like the way that sounds, Valia thought.

  “You can take that elevator to three and you will be directed from there,” the hospital attendant instructed.

  Once again, they broke a few hearts just with their awesome presence. Heads were turning, a few doctors stopped dead in their tracks seeing the identical pair. Many of them scrambled to get on the same elevator with them.

  “Good afternoon ladies,” one patient wearing a lime green striped robe over pale grey pajamas said. “You must be heaven sent, because I for one can tell you that seeing the two of you not only makes me forget my pain, it makes me forget my wife too.”

  Greta and Valia looked at each other and laughed. “What a nice thing to say, thank you sir,” Valia replied.

  They stepped off on three and the show continued. It was heart warming for them to know that their presence was having such a positive effect on these battered and shattered lives. A nurse directed them to a waiting room. A few minutes passed before Steven came rolling in on a wheelchair, a blanket draped over his lap. He burst into tears when he heard the two of them speak his name. Moments earlier they had JTIKED him to remember them as twin sisters. They both hugged and kissed him.

  “Steven, words cannot describe what I am feeling now,” Greta said once he settled down. “Are they taking good care of you?”

  “Oh yeah, I am getting really good care here,” Steven replied. “Everyone here is just so nice, but they are persistent in getting you to help yourself as soon as you are able, which is a good thing.”

  “That is good to hear,” Valia said.

  “What brings you to this part of the world, not me I certainly hope”

  “Yes, you are part of the reason,” Greta replied. “We are here for the huge demonstration tomorrow to try and put an end to this war and countless other reasons.”

  “Thank you,” he said looking at both of them.

  They talked about some of the people they’d known growing up. Valia kept expressing an interest in other things to try and stay out of that conversation.

  “Steven, if you could have one celebrity speak on your behalf about the war tomorrow, who would that be and what would you have her say?” Greta asked with a giggle.

  “Her huh, how can you be so sure I would not pick someone like, oh say, Jack Nicholson?” he laughed.

  “Because I know you and it would most definitely be a she.”

  “I guess it would have to be Keira Kiteley, I just adore her and always have,” Steven replied. He went on to explain his bitterness for the war, his bitterness towards himself, and his anger for it all.

  They could not replace his lost limbs, but Valia and Greta did the next best thing. Asking Steven to join them in a moment of silence, they JTIKED him to heal mentally, removing the anguish he was suffering, and strengthened his resolve to live.

  “Can I ask a favor of you before you leave?”

  “Ask away honey,” Greta smiled.

  “Can you just walk with me back to my bed and let these guys catch of glimpse of you?”

  They all started laughing. “Of course Steven,” Valia replied.

  Steven introduced them to his war torn friends, Valia and Greta JTIKING each of them as they were introduced. “Say hello to the angels, Say hello to the angels,” one of the patients began repeating, who took a bit more tender loving care to JTIK. When they finished making the rounds, their exit was most definitely more rousing after the work they had accomplished on them all.

  “I can’t tell you how much you made their day,” Steven said.

  “It was our pleasure Steven,” they both chimed in.

  “Give everyone my love when you seen them, and tell them I am going to be just fine.”

  They kissed and hugged him and after saying their goodbyes, made their way down the elevator and retraced their steps to the car. “Thank you so much for coming into my life,” Greta said to Valia, just before she started crying in the stairwell. “I know we did something wonderful in there, but it will not bring back Stevens limbs, or the next guys brain, or that girls arms
.”

  Valia remained speechless, she simply held her in her arms as passersby moved by them on the stairs. Eventually Greta pulled herself together and they both headed to the car.

  “Thank you so much for coming into my life,” Greta repeated.

  “And you into mine,” Valia replied, “but your tears wrinkled my shirt, and I am really longing for a long hot bath.”

  Greta started laughing and blew her nose in the bottom of her own shirt. “Me too,” she grinned, her head turned slightly.

  They JTIKED every remaining war torn patient and hard working hospital staff member on the grounds before leaving the garage and heading across town to the address in the Foggy Bottom district that Clarissa and Robyn sent her.

  There was no parking on the street the address was on. The entire block was turned into a garden, every inch of it covered in flowers and greenery of some sort, excluding the sidewalks. Greta called Clarissa and was directed to a large garage in the rear of the building. “Just like home, mommy I love you,” she said. As she drove around back, they JTIKED Clarissa and Robyn to recognize them as twin sisters, and very close twin sisters at that, Valia being the quieter one. Robyn was waiting in the back for them. “Thank you so much for deciding to stay with us,” she said.

  “Oh, thank you for the offer sweetie,” they each said taking turns giving her a hug. “What a beautiful place.”

  “Yes, my aunt was in part responsible for the no parking historical district garden in the front of the house,” Robyn laughed. “Come on inside.”

  You are quite the actress, Greta thought.

  Acting is only part of it my dear sister, Valia giggled.

  “Hey,” Clarissa shouted running over to hug each of them. “I love it when you two are together, double the pleasure of being around you.”

  They all sat around in the living room, speaking about their trips east. Greta asked if she could turn on the television to a news channel, and Clarissa handed her the remote. “Here you are, I never watch the stuff,” she said. “I’ll just keep my back to the screen.”

  “This is indeed a bit of a mansion,” Greta said. “How long has your auntie lived here?”

 

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