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I turned on my side and looked at Number One. His mask had fallen off during our lovemaking. He had the harshest, darkest face you could imagine.
And yet in his own way, his heart was gentle. I reached out and touched one of his scars.
"What are you suggesting, Daddy?" I said, my hand touching Number One's face.
"As much as I'd like to do the honors," he said. "I know better."
"Do you?" I said.
"Find your Daddy, Tulip," he said. "Life is strange. Just be glad the man ain't really your flesh and blood. Then you'd really have a problem."
"Thank you," I said.
Number One rolled his eyes. He got up out of the bed.
"Well, I ain't taking another shower," he said. "Dragon, you ready to roll?"
I turned to my other side and looked at Dragon. He was looking at me with his cute, boyish face.
"I was thinking about just staying here," he said. "I'm in love."
"Fuck you, asshole," Said Number One. "Get up and get out of bed. Our girl Tulip here ain't for you. Ain't that right, Tulip?"
I slid a hand over Dragon and mussed his hair. He laughed then got up. I watched both men get dressed.
When they were finished and ready to go, Number One looked at me one more time as he put his mask back on.
"Find him, Tulip," Number One said. "Then you'll know what to do."
Number One turned and began to walk away. Dragon gave an elegant bow, smiling at me, then turned to leave as well.
When they were both at the door, I called out to Number One.
"Do you know who Cherry is?" I said.
Both men stopped and turned around.
"Who the fuck is Cherry?" Number One said.
"I know who she is," said Dragon.
"Tell her I'm here. Ask her to come," I said.
Dragon smiled and saluted me. Then both men turned to leave again.
"Place is a fucking madhouse, Dragon, a fucking madhouse," said Number One, just before they shut the door behind them.
I got up and went to the door first. I locked it. I then went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My mask had stayed on the entire time.
The rest of me was entirely naked. My long hair hung straight downward. Slowly, I touched my own breasts. I traced out a nipple, exciting it.
Did Daddy think I was beautiful? Did he desire me the way I desired him?
And what did I want? Did I want him to fuck me here, tonight, just this once? Or did I want something more from him than that?
I thought back to my dream, to the way he always appeared in the door, to the way he always came to my bed, to the way he always fucked me.
I thought about fate, destiny, and choosing one's own path.
