pictures. "Are those all right?" I couldn't help asking.
She nodded. "They were painted by Lady Frieda Harris. She was inspired by divine forces. You have to trust in her vision." There was no one in the store. She went to the door and locked it. "I don't think anyone's coming now. We might as well go downstairs."
Yemman! I followed her down the stairs to the lower level and there was a table with a fringed cloth on it and a couple of chairs, so my initial hopes were dashed but there were other rooms curtained off and plenty of leeway, so I figured I would chill and bide my time. She might be lonely tonight you know. My chances were solid.
She asked my name and then she told me hers was Lenore, which seemed a fussy kind of name for a queen on the scene, but it sounded like a melody to me. "First, you need to relax," Lenore said as she shuffled the cards in slow motion. The flapping echo of the cards didn't seem likely to instill a calm mind, but I tried to look like I was hanging loose and not thinking about making a move.
"Concentrate your attention on your third eye," Lenore continued, her voice modulating into a kind of trance-like rhythm. It was both soothing and sexy.
"Third eye, what's that?" I asked, squelching the desire to make a crude joke.
She reached across the table and tapped me between the eyebrows. "Damn, that's just what the Buddha did!" It was freaky for sure. "There something I don't know?"
"The third eye is the seat of mystic wisdom, where resides your ability to see beyond this world." She smiled again and tapped the deck. "Cut."
I did as she said, cutting the deck a bit more than halfway down. I was beginning to get a spooked kind of feeling about all this. What with the Buddha and the third eye and this chick that was pleasing to the other two, I began to wonder if I hadn't fallen into a scene that was too much for little old me. But the possibilities of the night beyond convinced me to stick around and see.
She flipped up a card and frowned. "Seven of swords. Futile, vacillating. There's a suggestion that you might not be working hard enough to achieve the success that's waiting for you."
I shrugged. "I'm a laid back kind of guy."
Lenore pulled the next card and her brow wrinkled around her third eye. "Five of swords."
"More pointy things, eh? Not good is it."
She shook her head. "Failure and defeat mostly. An intellect that is not up to the task."
"You mean to say I'm not going win on Mastermind. I can live with that."
A third card and a third bunch of swords. Six this time. Lenore seemed to breathe a sigh of relief . "This is more promising," she said, nodding ever so slightly. "Here's the way to overcome those negative influences. Hard work and hard thought."
"Well, that doesn't sound like me at all," I said frowning myself at the card that wanted to make my life unpleasant. It was full of lines and pointy things, and looked uncomfortable. "I got drive enough when it comes to playing but I don't think I'm going to be putting on a bowler hat and carrying a briefcase any time soon."
Lenore ignored me and went to the fourth card, one that had a strange lady in a weird chair with some kind of wild horny hat like one of those antelopes or wildebeests in a nature show. She even had a kind of goat in front of her and a big stick with a rock on top of it. "Who's she?"
"Queen of Disks." Lenore tapped her lower lip. "This is the answer."
"I need to find a horny woman?" I laughed. How much better could my luck be?
Lenore looked at me with a look that sucked all the har-hars away. "It's not necessarily a specific woman, so much as the idea she represents. Power and regrowth, a rich fecundity."
"What's that?" It sounded kind of dirty.
She pushed her glasses up with one finger, which made her look far less attractive. "Fecundity? Able to make things grow, full of life."
Horny sounded a lot better. "So I have to find her?"
"Not necessarily a person. More an idea. You need to seek that kind
She nodded. "They were painted by Lady Frieda Harris. She was inspired by divine forces. You have to trust in her vision." There was no one in the store. She went to the door and locked it. "I don't think anyone's coming now. We might as well go downstairs."
Yemman! I followed her down the stairs to the lower level and there was a table with a fringed cloth on it and a couple of chairs, so my initial hopes were dashed but there were other rooms curtained off and plenty of leeway, so I figured I would chill and bide my time. She might be lonely tonight you know. My chances were solid.
She asked my name and then she told me hers was Lenore, which seemed a fussy kind of name for a queen on the scene, but it sounded like a melody to me. "First, you need to relax," Lenore said as she shuffled the cards in slow motion. The flapping echo of the cards didn't seem likely to instill a calm mind, but I tried to look like I was hanging loose and not thinking about making a move.
"Concentrate your attention on your third eye," Lenore continued, her voice modulating into a kind of trance-like rhythm. It was both soothing and sexy.
"Third eye, what's that?" I asked, squelching the desire to make a crude joke.
She reached across the table and tapped me between the eyebrows. "Damn, that's just what the Buddha did!" It was freaky for sure. "There something I don't know?"
"The third eye is the seat of mystic wisdom, where resides your ability to see beyond this world." She smiled again and tapped the deck. "Cut."
I did as she said, cutting the deck a bit more than halfway down. I was beginning to get a spooked kind of feeling about all this. What with the Buddha and the third eye and this chick that was pleasing to the other two, I began to wonder if I hadn't fallen into a scene that was too much for little old me. But the possibilities of the night beyond convinced me to stick around and see.
She flipped up a card and frowned. "Seven of swords. Futile, vacillating. There's a suggestion that you might not be working hard enough to achieve the success that's waiting for you."
I shrugged. "I'm a laid back kind of guy."
Lenore pulled the next card and her brow wrinkled around her third eye. "Five of swords."
"More pointy things, eh? Not good is it."
She shook her head. "Failure and defeat mostly. An intellect that is not up to the task."
"You mean to say I'm not going win on Mastermind. I can live with that."
A third card and a third bunch of swords. Six this time. Lenore seemed to breathe a sigh of relief . "This is more promising," she said, nodding ever so slightly. "Here's the way to overcome those negative influences. Hard work and hard thought."
"Well, that doesn't sound like me at all," I said frowning myself at the card that wanted to make my life unpleasant. It was full of lines and pointy things, and looked uncomfortable. "I got drive enough when it comes to playing but I don't think I'm going to be putting on a bowler hat and carrying a briefcase any time soon."
Lenore ignored me and went to the fourth card, one that had a strange lady in a weird chair with some kind of wild horny hat like one of those antelopes or wildebeests in a nature show. She even had a kind of goat in front of her and a big stick with a rock on top of it. "Who's she?"
"Queen of Disks." Lenore tapped her lower lip. "This is the answer."
"I need to find a horny woman?" I laughed. How much better could my luck be?
Lenore looked at me with a look that sucked all the har-hars away. "It's not necessarily a specific woman, so much as the idea she represents. Power and regrowth, a rich fecundity."
"What's that?" It sounded kind of dirty.
She pushed her glasses up with one finger, which made her look far less attractive. "Fecundity? Able to make things grow, full of life."
Horny sounded a lot better. "So I have to find her?"
"Not necessarily a person. More an idea. You need to seek that kind
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