XIV ZHABEYMEEM AGAIN

It was always on his mind. Had he misheard himself, or had Dorotyxa actually whispered Fork's name as he screwed her? He didn't know himself. It certainly didn't make him feel any better. Dorotyxa looked perfectly normal. "Honey," she patted his shoulder and kissed his scruff. She swept past him in her see-through robe to the lighted dressing table. He watched her pear-shaped ass perched on the stool, crossed her legs, pecking her tasty and smearing it with beige sarve.

He didn't feel at ease that afternoon. He went to Kamkeeno, he deliberately went there, maybe he would meet Fork. Something was pulling him there. He sat down in Hashmurza Bali and sat there for almost the entire long light cycle, but Fork did not come for any of the four nights of the light cycle. ZhaBeyMeem hazed a pack of Smeerho! and smelled like a shunyetsa, but nobody in the bar cared.

He drank one smaarcocktail after another, but he wasn't hungry. He just sat in the corner with a shuka on his head and on the nose shemkale. In the time he'd been sitting there, a lot of weirdos had passed through the bar, Moleynee too, but the one who had caught his eye the most, and he didn't even know why, was Droomhal.

He dropped in during the second night, around 100 and 50. He was talking to someone in a shakoozkit downstairs. The shakoozkit was a helmet that connected Droomhal to someone somewhere else. But during transmissions, the brain issues nonsensical commands, and so it was that ZhaBeyMeem heard the train of thought of someone he was very interested in.

"FORAE!" For the first time, ZhaBeyMeem was alert. "FORAE! FORAE! MahammuFlaytra!" it jerked with ZhaBeyMeem. "Schmak, Schmak." Not everything made sense to him. "Ba, Ba, the Bacish." He put that in context. "Tonight, eight o'clock." What is going on about 8:00 tonight? ZhaBeyMeem thought. "Shankot at the ferry. The Peeping little horse."

"Heeee, heeee. Heeeeee." I'll probably never know, ZhaBeyMeem thought. He threw a cricket in the air and it stuck to Droomhal's shoulder. But he was sorry to say that he was not interested in someone else's shags. Plus, he was screwing some hokenshir. Interesting, he thought, how brainwashed those hokenshirs are.

Even when they're bonking, they shouted as in the work. Otherwise, he wouldn't know shit. Nevertheless, something surprised him in the morning. "Something fell out of your pocket," said Droomhal. Silence followed. A strange long silence. Even the rail lines could be heard. Ponkembeyr, if ZhaBeyMeem was right. They had a specific sound there. Lots of curves, exits, crossings and twisting and turning.

"Yeah, thanks," the hokenshir replied. ZhaBeyMeem did not wait, he jumped in the danda and flew as fast as he could to Ponkembeyr. When he was almost there, he thought he was chasing a mirage. He stopped at the edge, Ponkembeyr in sight. The streets were quiet. He climbed higher to see the whole neighborhood. He glanced around with his hneec, only reporting movement twice. ZhaBeyMeem trusted the other to be the hokenshir. He started quickly in that direction when he saw him there. From above. He wasn't dressed as the hokenshir. He quietly descended to the ground, ran out of the danda and followed him.

He didn't look familiar. The hokenshir didn't know about him. That's how ZhaBeyMeem used to watch Fork. He didn't trust that big snout of his hiding behind the koleyms. Something bothered him about Fork. I guess it came by everything so freakin' easy. How he hated the way he sneezed. When he sneezed, ZhaBeyMeem´stechocot would fall off, he was standing right behind him. He didn't know what NamastFinger saw in him. When ZhaBeyMeem tried to flirt with NamastFinger, he was not very successful.

She just hated anything that smacked of The FORE. And I guess she was a muffian, too. But what brought Fork and her together, he couldn't figure out. I guess ZhaBeyMeem just didn't like Fork for the sake of it. He was all over him. He didn't know he wasn't the fican, and maybe that was the whole basis of his anger. Something about him didn't sit right. And since Fork hadn't passed the first wave of selection at The Shmutresee Foundation, he couldn't find out anything about him and it was a hint. And now he suspects he's bonking Dorotyx. He'd look at that!

It almost looked like he was going to get a closer look at him, but he was out of luck. All of a sudden, the wormhole opened up and suddenly the ksham started to get so strong that ZhaBeyMeem almost shit himself. He grabbed his hearing aids and screamed. "FUUUUCK!" His entire jaw replacement and mouth prop fell apart. He grabbed it in his hands, rolled away under the alcove, and ducked down the shaft into the basement. He didn't wake up until the next brightening, when it was too late.

Hokenshir ran to Ponkembeyr, sat down on the rail line, pulled the mouth replacement from his pocket, he always carries one with him, put it on and tried to say his name: "Mahan. Mahan is going to island," he added. When he was almost there, he thought he was chasing a mirage. He stopped at the edge, Ponkembeyr in sight. The streets were quiet.