Something Special

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A knocking

The Door opens

H: Hi there

M: Hello

come in, please.

H: Thank you

The door closes

H:(cont'd) You live alone?

M: My mother's the owner

H: Oh

Is she here?

M: No.

So, how may I be of service?

H: I'm not sure

I need to get

High?

M: Ok

Are you vibing with Sativa or Indica?

H: I don't know what that means

M: I apologize

Do you want the high to be numbing or exciting?

Please have a seat

H: I really adore the decor you have here.

M: I designed it

H: Did you?

M: No

I don't know why I just said that

Back to the matter at hand

H: Yes

M: Numbing or Exciting

H: Can't it be both?

M: It absolutely can

I have just the remedy

H: Perfect

M: Do you need a place to elevate as well

H: would you mind?

M: Not at all

My night is free and the outside world is not appealing

H: No?

M: Not when I'm high.

I find this space is all the escape I need

H: The room is rather calming

M: Just you wait

until this hits you

H: What kind of remedy are you making

M:A cocktail mixing the strains "AK47" and "White Widow"

I call it a White Russian

H: Well aren't you just The Dude

M: I dude what I can

H: Did you already roll that?

M: Of course

I'm The Dude

H: How long have you been smoking

M: Five years

I was introduced to it early

H: Jesus, you started when you were

M: 11

H: Christ

M: My grades improved 

if that means anything

H: You are quite an odd kid.

M: You're quite an odd client

H:  It's my first time

M: Yeah?

H: I actually expected to meet a woman here

M: Why is that

H: Your number is in my husbands phone

M: My mother's number. 

Here

H: So your mother's number is in my husbands phone.

Why?

M: She's the one who sells this stuff.

H: So my husband was her client

M: I suppose

H: Why do you have your mother's phone

M: She left it

H: Where did she go

M: Out

I dunno

Sometimes she disappears

H: Just like that?

M: Not always

H: Is she ok?

M: Of course.

Do you like music?

H: Of course

M: Jazz?

H: What do you know about Jazz?

M: I'm still learning.

I like it, I know that much

H: It's pretty advanced music for a kid

M: Don't let the age fool you

H: Oh, so you're an old soul, are you?

M: No older than yours

or anyone else

H: Is that so?

M: It is what I like to think.

I really don't know

H: God, It's been years since I have smoked

I forgot the feel of it

M: But your husband smokes

H: Did. Apparently.

He's not my husband anymore

M: But you have his phone

H: Because I paid the phone bills.

The records and number both came with me.

We divorced recently.

M: What exactly did you come here looking for?

H: Resolve. His messages were very interesting

Nothing graphic, all too vague

So I figured I would investigate

M: How were they interesting?

H: He said very silly things

M: Did he mention drugs in them?

H: No. he never clearly stated anything

Of all his other messages, the one's to your mother were the most

Out of character.

M: My mother preferred clients use their own code for the product

H: Even beyond that

I Love this song

    The messages were intimate.

M: You think my mother had affairs with your husband

H: Well

M: Don't worry.

It's quite possible she didn't only sell drugs

H: My god

M: i'm sorry if that hurts

H: Jesus no, it's not your fault

M: That's what my therapist tells me

H: Oh

M: I'm kidding

H: Dark Much?

M: I thought it was witty

H: Where exactly do you go to school?

M: I'm home-schooled

H: Tutors?

M: No

H: I'm sorry I'm asking all these questions

I cannot remember your name

I'm usually good with names

I'm Heidi.

M: Mark

H: I didn't figure you for a Mark

M: Do you now?

H: A little bit yeah

M: Do i seem that normal?

H: I don't know any normal Marks

M: Hm

H: You don't have a tv

M: I read

H: what's your favorite book?

M: Justine

H: Never heard of it, what is it about?

M: A girl, who is orphaned, in France

H: Who wrote it?

M: De Sade

H: Sounds fancy. I read too. Have you heard of Janet Evanovitch?

M: I've seen her on some lists

H: She's fantastic

M: She's on the lists

H: I remember wanting to be a writer when I entered college

M: Where did you study?

H: UC Santa Cruz

Not the most academic choice

My degree in public relations has served me well enough.

Have you started thinking about colleges?

M: Not until recent

H: What would you study

M: Philanthropy

Psychology

Criminal Justice

H: Criminal Justice

she laughs

H: Just seems relevant

M: You calling me a  criminal?

H: You're only 

16?

M: Yes

H: So you're a minor, not a criminal

M: Do you like criminals?

H: Not so loosely defined

but I can't deny I've been attracted to many a crooked character

M: Your husband

H: Was one

God, I had forgotten the feeling

M: Feel Good

H: Yes

How much is this going to cost me?

M: Are you buying or investigating

H: Investigating

M: Well this is top-tier bud

so it's pricy

H: I see

M: Are you busy with the rest of your evening?

H: On a saturday night, no.

My husband was the socialite.

Makes more sense now, his rambling at dinner parties.

He was stoned.

M: What did he prattle about

H: Nothings. 

Nothing but Nothings. Theoretical bullshit with a barely basic cognition.

M: I have absolutely no idea what you mean by that.

H: I'm sorry

I'm stoned

M; Don't you like it?

H: I do, but

M: Not quite satisfactory

H: Strange.

I feel as if everything is in focus but very far away

M: You mean, like a rearview mirror?

H: I can feel it's closer than it appears

M: It?

H: Yeah

M: Hm

H: Do you have a girlfriend, Mark?

M: No.

H: Are you still a virgin?

M: -

H: It's ok if you are

If you aren't

M: I am.

H: God

I had forgotten the feeling

M: Heidi

H: Mark

M: I was waiting for something special

H: I'm not special enough for you?

M: I don't know you

H: But I'm here. 

I've nothing to do tonight.

You don't like my body?

I've worked so hard to keep it naturally tight

M: Heidi

H: My skin is so soft

she takes his hand

M: Please

H: What's your worry

M: I'm 

scared

H: Are you afraid your mother will catch us

M: She's not coming back

H: Then why not?

Have you ever even kissed a girl before?

M: No, I have not

H: Well can't I at least have that?

she pivots her body to straddle him

M: No, I

H: Your body is telling a different story

M: You aren't giving me a choice

H: You always have a choice, Mark

M: Then please

H: You don't have to kiss back

she kisses him

embraces his body

wrapping her limbs around

and about his ever so sensitive

Skin.

She sucks

out his

Nerves

he kisses back

M: Wait -

H: You taste so sweet

she kisses down his neck

[In Constant Seduction]

M: Oh my god

H: Feel me Mark

M: Heidi

H: Aren't they great?

M: Yes

H: Here.

M: Oh

H: Taste me, Mark

Please

M: Please

H: Take me.

Now.

M: Yes.

Now.

Please

Come with me

they move into the bedroom nearby, closing the door behind them. The following will be heard muffled until the door opens, once more.

H: Oh my, this is your bed?

M: My mother owns the place

H: But this is where you sleep?

M: Yes

H: Let me take those off you

Oh my

I had forgotten the feeling

he moans

H: Come here

[minutes pass as their sex completes

the jazz music is still on, 

musical interlude that follows their sex.

The door opens

Heidi walks into the hallway bathroom. We hear her running water and spitting.

In the bedroom Mark breathes heavily

Heidi returns to the bed gathering her clothes

Mark pulls her down to the bed, wraps his arms his arms around her laying his head on her chest

M: I love you

H: You're very sweet Mark

but you don't love me.

M: I do

Where are you going?

H: I'm leaving

M: Please don't.

Stay

H: You're a nice kid, Mark.

Thank you, but I've got to go

M: Can I call you

H: You don't want this baggage

M: but

H: It's ok.

Let it go.

You'll find something special.

M: You are something special

H: I'm nothing special, Mark

You gotta learn to move on from this

Learn to move on, always, in life

M: I'll look for you

H: You won't find me

M: I have your number

H: It's getting changed and it's off the books.

M: Heidi

H: Is not my real name.

M: Neither is Mark.

. . . . . .

H: Goodbye, kid.

she leaves.

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