gesture toward the pool. “The little tub is like an outdoor bathtub, but you don’t clean yourself in it.”
Pixie gives me a frown that makes me chuckle. “It’s relaxing,” I add, standing up and pulling her to her feet. “We’ll go naked.”
Despite her uncertainty about the hot tub, Pixie follows me. First, I open the lid on the food tray and dig around for a chicken leg. Pixie drinks water and pops a raisin in her mouth. Though I consider explaining how she’ll never get at a healthier weight if she eats like a squirrel, I’ve bossed her around enough for the day.
PIXIE
Anders should smoke more pot. He is so much calmer after he gets stoned. However, serenity is probably bad for a biker man. Tough men have to pretend to always be strong. Like how I pretended to believe the prayers at the Village. I was just lying so I could stay there. Anders isn’t lying, but he can’t be a silly version of himself around his scary, tattooed friends.
With me in the hot tub, he starts laughing and keeps going until his face is red. I giggle at his amusement, despite having no idea what he finds funny.
I really like the hot tub. People in the outside world sure need a lot of dumb stuff to entertain themselves with. Yet, this one, at least, feels good. Especially on my vagina. I refuse to call it a pussy in my head.
“What’s a titan?” I ask Anders as I bounce in the center of the hot tub and enjoy the bubbles going in my vagina.
“That’s my club name.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m big like a titan.”
“Why not call you big or giant?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t pick the name.”
“Why?”
“Bronco’s sisters wanted to call me Beanstalk or some shit. Topanga came up with Titan and then had the bunnies vote. They obviously didn’t want Beanstalk.”
“What’s a beanstalk, and how can bunnies tell you what they want?”
Anders chuckles again. “Beanstalk is from the kid story, ‘Jack and the Beanstalk.’ Also, bunnies are what we call the club girls who party with us.”
I just smile at him like he does at me when I tell him what the Dandelions believe. “So, Titan means big?”
“Yes.”
“What did they call you with the Killing Joes?”
“The Antichrist.”
“Why?”
“My dad was The Devil, and the devil’s son is called the Antichrist.” When I just stare at him, he adds, “It’s from the Bible.”
“Oh, well, that anti thing sounds terrible. Titan is better.”
“I agree,” he says, reaching out to run his big fingers against my wet cheek. “Do you like your name?”
“Sure.”
“Do you wish you had a normal name?”
“Like what? Topanga? Or Lana?”
“Lana’s pretty normal.”
“But that’s her name. I don’t want it.”
“Why did your mom name you that?”
“When I was inside Mama, my papa dreamed I was like the tiny winged lady in the ‘Peter Pan’ movie. He thought her name was Pixie, so that’s what they named me.”
“Her name is Tinker Bell.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want that name,” I say, sitting on the seat next to him and running my toes over his thigh.
“Would you ever want to have my kid?”
“Of course. We could have made a baby tonight, but you never put your penis in my vagina.”
“My what in your what?”
Adjusting on the seat, I sit very close to him and whisper, “Your penis in my vagina.”
“Why?”
“I can’t remember the word for your penis.”
“Cock.”
“Like a boy chicken?”
“No, rooster is not the name of my cock.”
Anders throws his head back and laughs, but I don’t get it. He eventually explains how Rooster is the club name of Bronco’s brother-in-law.
“I thought that was Wheels.”
“Different brother-in-law. Wheels was married to Barbie. He was Conor’s dad.”
“Okay, but what is the name of your penis again?”
Anders thinks I’m messing with him, but I can’t remember it. I keep thinking it’s cat, but I know that’s wrong.
“Your cock in my pussy,” I finally say after some guidance.
“That sounds real nice, Pixie.”
“What if we make a baby? Do we have to put it in a baby cage like with Future?”
“He isn’t sleeping in the crib.”
“How do you know?”
“I checked on the cameras.” I only stare at him until he explains, “There are security cameras all over the house. I stuck them in every room. I don’t know why.”
Anders sighs and leans his head back. “No, I know why I did. Bronco put cameras all over his house. I copied him, but I don’t think they’re supposed to go in the bedrooms.”
Laughing suddenly, he stretches out his long legs.