A Kid in His Mother's Milk Page #2

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if you starve me?

I thought you were

supposed to be some kind of intellect?

It doesn't

seem like you thought

this one through.

-Home-made meatloaf

with mashed potatoes

and baby carrots. Stir-fried

vegetables with rice.

Tonight we are having liver.

Beef liver, with

mushroom medley and a red

wine reduction sauce, for me.

And for you

Wait.

Well, Liver isn't so

bad after all, I see.

Well, I'm glad that this

little experiment is over.

Maybe now we can go back and eat

meals like civilized people.

Quite the little

artist, aren't we now?

I thought you were

more the literary type.

I'll have to get you a sketch pad then.

And a washing coat

-I've never heard of

induced lactation.

Are you sure it's gonna work?

-Induced lactation by

mechanical manipulation

is successful with most

women, although there

are no guarantees.

-How long is it

supposed to take?

-Not long. Two to four weeks.

-You don't have to use the

cuffs and the ball gag

anymore, Claude. I'm not

gonna do anything stupid.

-I'd like to believe that.

-What can I do? Even

if I could harm you,

there'd be no point.

I'd die in here.

What if it doesn't what

if it doesn't work?

-What?

-If you can't induce lactation?

There are drugs we can try,

hormones to be more precise,

although I'd have to think

about how to obtain them.

Of course, pregnancy

would be another option.

-When will you let me go?

-I told you to stop

asking me that.

-I wish you wouldn't

smoke in here.

-I'm sorry. I never asked

if the smoke bothered you.

How selfish of me.

Making good use of

the crayons, I see.

-Yep.

-Do you mind if I have a look?

-I don't suppose I can stop you.

-If you don't want

me to look, I won't.

-No, go ahead. I don't mind.

-Non-representational I assume.

-No, it's representational.

It is the sun,

at least my memory of it.

I miss the sun.

-I like it. Shall I

hang it up on the wall?

-I don't care.

-To brighten up the room a bit.

-Whatever.

-I suppose I could arrange it

so that you could go outside.

So that you could see the sun again.

Would you like that?

-Very much.

-Very well then.

-Claude!

Claude!

Claude!

Claude!

-I need to take

your temperature.

-To know when I've ovulated.

-Precisely.

-Couldn't get the drugs.

-No.

-Or the hormones,

to be more precise.

-98.6 exactly. Well,

we have our baseline.

-Isn't that wonderful.

-It's a beautiful

day outside today.

Would you like to

see it for yourself?

-Yes.

-Beautiful day.

-I so wanted to see the sun.

-We take so much for granted.

Strange, how we can never really

appreciate something until

we are denied it.

I accidentally started a fire.

Burned the house down.

-Goodnight my dearest.

I love you. -Goodnight mommy.

Mommy, mommy! Wake up, mommy!

Mommy, mommy, mommy,

mommy! Mommy, please, wake up!

Mommy, please! C'mon,

mommy, please, wake up mommy!

Just please wake up

mom! Mom, please wake up!

Please!

I couldn't wake her

to get her out.

-Who raised you?

-My mother.

I could tell you one thing

I've been thinking about

quite a bit lately.

-What's that?

-About getting away. I've been

focusing on this narrow problem,

putting so much energy into

it that the bigger picture

just gets lost.

I think a simpler

existence would be better.

The question is, what to do?

-Exactly. So, what

do you propose to do?

-I'm not sure.

-I guess it just

doesn't bother me

that the big questions

will go unanswered.

-But how do you keep yourself

from asking the questions?

-Well, I can think of

one pretty good way.

Ralph! Another round of drinks.

-Today's the day. We need

to get this into you.

You can insert the semen

yourself if you wish.

I will just observe.

-What if I refuse?

Then I will bind you and

do it myself if necessary.

I just figured you would

rather do it yourself.

All of this so you can have

lactating breasts

to suck on, Claude?

It doesn't make any sense.

I'm sure there

are women you can pay

to satisfy your fetish.

Look on the web. Hire a wet-nurse.

You don't need

to go through all of this.

-You think I haven't tried that?

-What happened?

-I hired a professional that

specializes in my fetish,

as you called it.

-And that wasn't enough?

Why not?

-It was just different.

-What was different about it?

-I can't explain it.

It just was.

-What about the baby?

-What about it?

-What do you intend

to do with it?

-Whatever you like.

You can keep it if you'd like.

-And raise it in this dungeon?

You really are crazy.

-Then I will drop it off

anonymously at a hospital.

It doesn't matter.

Now, first things first.

You are so absolutely beautiful.

You're radiant.

How can you miss the sun

when you are the sun?

You radiate warmth and light.

You obliterate the darkness.

-You're drunk, Claude.

-A bit. But as the saying goes,

in vino veritas.

-Why have you been

drinking so much?

-Because you've

been in my dreams.

-So, I don't see

the connection.

-It's not good for you

to be in my dreams.

I need to keep you

out of my dreams.

-I still don't see why

that makes you drink.

-Because when I drink, I'm

not haunted by my dreams.

The night passes in

silence and darkness.

That's what I

need when I sleep.

And you, as the

light of the day.

Good night, and sweet

dreams to you, my love.

-Who's a famous mathematician

that starts with an E?

-Euclid.

-It's five letters.

-Euler.

-That starts with an E?

-Yes.

-How do you spell it?

-E-U-L-E-R.

-Thank you.

-Well, I'm going

to make us lunch.

Would you care for

anything in particular?

-Yeah. I'm craving

pickles and ice cream.

-Pickles and ice cream?

-Don't you know what that means?

-No.

-It means the turkey baster and

I are going to have a baby.

-Really?

I got you this.

I thought you might like

to wear it for dinner.

-How did you know my size?

The woman at the store

was quite helpful.

-Will you wear it?

-Why?

-I don't know. I thought

you would look nice in it.

-I didn't think that

mattered to you.

-Will you wear it?

-I'll wear it but

on one condition.

-What's that?

-I want a mirror, and

not just a small one,

but big enough to see

how the dress fits.

-I think I can

accommodate that.

-I like this wine.

What kind is it?

-It is a Ribera del

Duero from Spain.

It's made from the

Tempranillo grape.

I like it too.

-It tastes rather charcolately.

-Charcolately.

I like that. It is earthy, a

hint of charcoal, a bit of

chocolate in the finish.

You are becoming quite the

connoisseur.

-And to think I didn't

even like wine before.

-To new discoveries.

I could live without the wine.

-I... I do hope you

appreciate that

I've tried to make

things better for you.

I really want this to work out.

-This?

What "this?"

How could "this"

possibly work out?

-Well, your sun pictures

no longer have the

"I will kill Claude"

message in them.

-You knew.

-I could hardly blame you.

But I do hope your

feelings for me have

softened, at least a little?

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