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I wondered if the others involved in this mess felt the same titillation from the whole experience as I did. It was all very charged. Even having been tear-gassed seemed to have left me in a heightened state of arousal. There was chaos and appalling displays of police brutality all around, and I was indeed angered and saddened by all that, but more than anything I was aware of a desire within me, a powerful urge to grab hold of another body and ravage it uncontrollably.                
              So I layed on the couch, eyes closed, listening to the sporadic explosions outside, and waited for Josh to return. I knew it might not be for a long time, but there was really nothing else to do. The situation was too intense to be distracted with anything else. And I didn’t really want to do anything else. I was held in a paralysis of desire and ill motivation.  The evening’s events must have worn me out more than I knew because I had no idea how long I’d been asleep when the sound of the door slamming startled me awake. I was still on the sofa and I looked up to see Chad running into the kitchen.
“Are you OK?” Lory asked as she came into the living room. She looked like she had also just awakened and I figured she must have gone to the bedroom for a nap.
            Chad was visibly shaken and his eyes were wild. “This big mother-fucking cop chased me all the way here and I barely got away! I had to dive over a parked car and he had a hold of my ankle!” Though Chad had come from Portland, he was originally from Boston and his thick accent was almost amusing. But I could nearly see his heart jumping from his chest and I felt a little sorry for him.
              I sat up on the sofa to make room for him. But he wasn’t ready to sit just yet. He wanted to tell his story over and over again; the adrenalin was clearly still pumping through his veins. So he stood in the kitchen and told his tale between sips of ice water prepared by Lory. As he talked, I mentally began to compare him to Josh.
By first glance, I thought that Josh was hot and Chad was kind of a dork. Josh has large, soft brown eyes that always look a little sleepy. And soft brown hair that teases my fingers to touch and caress the curls. Chad on the other hand is bald, shaved to the flesh. He has a large nose and black glasses. Josh has visibly toned arms and legs and a slight tan, rare for the Northwest. Chad is tall, rather thin, and pale white. Black tattoos cover his forearms and hands.
              Since their arrival, I had given Chad very little thought as all my attention had been drawn to Josh. Yet as Chad spoke of the day’s events, of having stood in the crowds all day, being sprayed with tear gas numerous times, of bleeding down his shins when he took a rubber bullet to the leg, and of dive-rolling over a parked car to escape the ankle-grip of a club-toting officer, he seemed more appealing to me, in a crass and brave sort of way. His blue eyes twinkled with electricity and his neck veins twitched in the telling. Despite his tall awkwardness, he commanded the space he filled with an invisible charm I’d not noticed before that night.
Looking over him with a new eye, I noticed the Cancer symbol tattooed on his right forearm. Being the quintessential Gemini who had dated many passionate Cancers, I was intrigued.
After finishing two glasses of ice water, he grabbed a large bottle of whiskey  from the kitchen and sat next to me on the couch. I was still sleepy and noticed that my eyes were filled with acidic clumps of gook. It must have been from the tear-gas. I got comfortable on the sofa next to him while he and Lory shored stories.
              “Where’s Josh?” he asked.
              “At the jail house,” I answered, looking into his charged irises.
              “Fuck that,” he said. “I’m not going back out there tonight.” Good.
              “Feel my hands! I’m still trembling,” he said, holding out his hand to me. I grabbed his hand and something happened. A strange and intense energy filled my body as I held his hand in mine, and I didn’t want to let go. It was an energy exchange like that between a masseuse and client, healing and warm. Goosebumps rose up on my cold flesh and my arm hairs stood erect. Then he let go.
My body was drunk and I believed that he must have magic hands. 
              “Wow, your hands feel like magical hands,” I said to him. 
              “Yeah?” he asked with curiosity. 
              “They have an amazing soothing energy in them.”
And at that moment every feeling of desire I’d had throughout the day was fulfilled as he turned my back to him and laid his hands on me. First slowly, softy rubbing my shoulders and neck. It was amazing how someone I’d barely noticed before had such power over me in his hands. I relished the sensation and gave moans of encouragement.
            “Wow, that’s nice.” I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as he rubbed my neck and collar bone. Lightly his fingertips traveled over my throat and the line of my jaw. Then his fingertips moved over the tips of my ears, brushing my hair aside. I grabbed his hands and held them against my neck, locking my fingers over his. The pulsing sensation I received from his hands moved down my body and left me throbbing.
            I turned toward him and slid onto my back, pulling him on top of me. Lory had disappeared again, probably back to the bedroom to sleep. The world was ours as Chad and I moved our hands all over each other’s clothed bodies, pulling on shirt sleeves and belt loops. Our lips had not yet met; the exchange was fueled by our hands and limbs. I wanted to connect with his whole body so I pressed my legs against his, my hip bones against his hip bones, wrapped my arms around his wiry torso. He was as eager as I was to melt together and so we pushed and pulled against each other, rubbing our chins over each other’s snecks and checks. I began to rub my hands over the stubble of his bald head and felt his tongue on my neck. Now we began to bite and suck each other’s flesh, clawing gently at each other’s waists.
              We didn’t need to disrobe; our climax was building from the frenzied state we had created on the sofa together. I penetrated his mouth with my tongue and our fingers interlocked again. At this moment it all came to a head and we exhaled a cloud of silk. He collapsed all of his weight onto me as I caressed his head and held him softly.

In this position we fell asleep and didn’t wake until morning. As the sun crawled over my face from the window, I opened my eyes to see Josh and Lory and all the others sprawled out on the floor in sleeping bags. Chad had rolled behind me and was spooning me with his arms. The chaos had subsided and the room was still and quiet. I snuggled into Chad’s embrace and drifted back to sleep in my anarchist’s den.