Part three Beneath the radiant Southern Cross
Max pulled up outside the tower where she and O.C. lived in a shared unit. The tower was going to be luxury housing, but then the Post Pulse global depression had hit and work had stopped on the tower block.
Alec hopped off the back of Max's Holden motorbike. "Is this your digs Max? I don't think I've had the bloody honour before."
"Nah, you haven't been to our unit have you." Max dismounted and smoothed down her skirt. "Well you can be useful for a bleeding change, and help me wheel my Holden upstairs."
"What floor are you?" Alec inquired.
"Five."
"Bloody hell."
"How do you think I keep fit?" Max led the way. They passed O.C. running down the stairs.
"Gidday Alec hows it going?" O.C. asked, the Greek Australian was all dressed up to go out for a night on the tiles.
"Good thanks, you?" Alec grinned, and reached out to remove a price sticker still on O.C.'s brand new posh cardigan.
"Good, so Max bailed you out then?" O.C. checked.
"Nah, he's not here officially O.C. but you have heard Alec got bail, and he's had to leave for Brisbane to visit a sick auntie yeah?" Max instructed her best mate on the cover story Max had worked out for Alec.
"No worries. I'm off to Druid's piss up hey." O.C. told her. "I'm sleeping over at Tash and Bazza's tonight, so don't worry if I'm not here tomorrow. Can you feed my blue tongue lizard please Max, I keep forgetting hey?"
"No worries." Max told her. "Have fun darl."
Alec and Max entered the girls unit. Alec looked out at the amazing view they had of Darling Harbour.
"Fantastic bloody view Maxers! How much is this place costing you?"
"Well at first it was free. Then the filth started shaking us down. Then Logo exposed them and now the City Council charges us Commission Housing rates, I mean nothing's bloody finished here. We have no hot water in the kitchen hey." Max went to the fridge. "We're out of beer, do you want some plonk?"
"Yeah thanks." Alec took the glass of white wine from her and sipped. "Shit, this is as rough as guts."
"So don't bloody drink it then." Max flopped down on the sofa. "Fuck what a shit day."
"My oath, I was sharing a cell with two shemale pre-ops and a steelhead withdrawing from Andies." Alec took a drink of his wine and made a face.
"Remind me to get some snails from outside later and feed O.C.'s lizard." Max drank her wine and she and Alec sat in silence for a while.
"Is something getting you down Max?" Alec said to her. "Bloody hell Logo! How is he mate?"
"Alive, Joey provided a transfusion. So physically he's fine." Max drank from her glass again.
"So youse two will be back in diving gear and gardening gloves doing phone sex then, yeah?" Alec joked. He saw Max's face.
"Something happen with you and Logo?"
"I dumped Logo today, it's over hey." Max admitted.
"What this fortnight?" Alec didn't believe her.
"Nah it's bloody over Alec. I mean it's a bloody Clayton's relationship. I can't touch him. I can't do nothing with him hey."
"That not the only thing but." Alec looked at her. "Thanks for getting my arse out of the Rocks police station by the way."
"Well when I got handed your file and sat down and read it, it was obvious it wasn't you hey. You were in Manticore when Ryan was bumped off. What do you think I'd leave you in there to say 'Gidday' to Ames Black from me? I'm your mate you drongo." Max refilled her wine glass silently. She didn't want to bloody talk about what was going to come next.
"Yeah but the cops said I had a perfect DNA match with the outback serial killer. Struth the guy has completely gone Troppo. I mean the teeth were pulled out of the victim's heads." Alec shuddered in revulsion. "I don't get the perfect DNA match but."
"Ohmigod, Manticore designed us to be Duxes not bloody thickos', it was bloody Ben you pork chop." Max snapped at him.
"Fucking oath! My clone Ben?" Alec smacked his head with his palm. "They told me in Manticore he'd gone Troppo but they didn't go further. Christ do you think I could do that, be a serial killer, be short a few fluffies for the bloody tissue box?"
"You're always short a few fluffies." Max said rudely. She shook her head, thinking out loud. "Well of course I think you could kill someone in cold blood. Bloody hell you're a trained assassin. But nah you're not the serial killer type yeah."
"Ta Maxers that means a lot." Alec told her. "Don't forget to feed O.C.'s lizard."
"Oh shit yeah." Max went to the balcony and grabbed five snails off the wall. She went back in the kitchen and sculled another glass of wine. She was starting to get a good buzz going.
Alec came up behind her watching her. "Max seeing how we're up to our bloody necks in painful subjects this evening, tell me about him would you darl, tell me about Ben."
"When we were kids, back at Manticore, he always wanted bloody answers for everything yeah? Why we were there, what was outside. So he would make up these fantastic stories to explain things. Somehow it made us feel...loved. Like we weren't all alone."
Alec sculled his wine back surprised. When Alec was a kid at Manticore, he had concentrated on learning how to play Rugby Union football and getting in his sections first fifteen.
"Crikey the kid sounds like a total poofter. How come he ended up with kangaroos in loose in the top paddock?"
"After we escaped, it was like there were too many bloody things in this world he didn't have answers for." Max explained.
Max took the snails and smashed them in the sink, peeling their shells off. Blue-tongue lizards liked snails, but the shells scratched their throats. She dropped the deshelled snails in the Blue Lizard's heated class cage.
"I don't know. He just...bloody lost the plot." Max washed her hands and drank more wine. She stared into space remembering.
"Max you okay hey?" Alec asked her.
Max remembered sobbing over Ben's body in the bush outside Sydney, where she had had to kill him.
"Right as rain."
Max leaned against the bench feeling a bit tipsy from the wine, she had drunk so fast. Alec came round and stood next to her.
"Max, what is it darl?" he gently pressed her. Shit he hated it when chicks were upset, he never knew what to do. Alec was a bloody bloke for god's sake.
"We were in the bloody bush. He was hurt. Manticore was closing in on us. He didn't want to go back there." Max opened the fridge to get out and open a new bottle of wine.
"Ruddy reindoctrination. Or worse." Alec nodded understandingly.
"I killed him." Max confessed, pouring herself more wine with shaking hands.
"Bloody hell!" Alec said surprised.
Max started to slur her words, she was getting mildly off her face now, "He asked me to, so I did." Max's voice broke and her eyes filled with tears. "And then I ran like a scalded dingo. I saved myself. And I just left his body there for them to bloody take away."
Tears ran down Max's cheeks. Alec put an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her hair.
"Max, I'm bloody sorry hey." Alec told her.
Max put her face in Alec's t-shirt and sobbed away, slightly pissed.
Alec knew from past experience there was only one way to deal with pissed crying women. Culturally he had no other option.
"Darl, stop, stop." He leant down and kissed her on the mouth.
Max wrapped her arms round him frantically. They sank onto the kitchen floor together, pashing desperately.
Alec broke away panting. "Darl we can stop. I don't want to have it off with you, if you're too off your face to know what you're doing hey."
"Nah I'm not that drunk. I've just got a buzz going yeah." Max put her hand on his groin. "For Christ's sake Alec, I haven't had a root in nearly a bloody year."
"Maxer's bad news mate, I've left my wallet with my emergency franger in it, at the Rocks police station, you're probably a 'if it's not on it's not in' kinda chick yeah?"
"Shit! Hold on I'll put my diaphragm in." Max told him. She lurched to her feet unsteadily.
"You seem pissed." Alec observed dubiously. "I don't bloody know Maxers hey."
"No,no darl I'm fine." Max convinced him. She walked along the wooden floorboards lining the kitchen floor. "See straight line darl. Just watch bloody telly or something I'll just be a tick hey."
Alec got off the kitchen floor. He walked into the living room and switched on the telly, as Max dashed into the bathroom.
Max looked in the shared medicine cabinet she shared with O.C. fuck, bloody moisturiser everywhere. God her housemate was slovenly sometimes.
Max pulled tampon packets and perfume bottles aside. Oh fantastic, she had wondered where that tube of mascara had gone.
There was the spermicide cream. Max checked the expiry date. It expired next month should be okay. And at the bottom of the top shelf lay Max's diaphragm case. Fantastic.
Max ran the rubber dome under the bathroom tap checking for holes. Still good, hadn't perished. Max breathed a sigh of relief. Max applied the spermicide cream and took her undies off, now to insert the bloody thing.
Her map of Tazzie was looking beaut. Max had been to the beach with O.C. two days ago, on an unseasonably warm day. Max wore high riding bathers at the beach always.
The slippery diaphragm shot out of her hands and under the sink. Oh bloody hell. Now Max had to wash it and repeat the whole process all over again.
Alec was going to think she had bloody died in here.
Max emerged ten minutes later to a wonderful sight. She leapt onto the sofa and sat beside Alec.
"Oh Alec I can't bloody believe this!"
"I know it's taken me by bloody surprise. Channel Nine operators went on strike earlier this evening, someone's smoko cut short apparently. So this is the delayed coverage of the Tri-nations game.
"God bless industrial bloody action." Max breathed. She gazed entranced as the Wallabies ran across the Johannesburg pitch. "Come on you beauty, come on!"
"Go pick up the ball and run you girls blouse." Alec thumped Max's coffee table in frustration.
"Oh fuck that was in, that was in, the Reffro's blind!" Max screamed frenziedly. "Get your bloody eyes checked mate!"
"Nah, nah penalty kick Maxers." The two transgenics clutched each other excitedly.
'You little ripper!" yelled Alec jumping up excitedly. The Republic of Australia had beaten The Republic of South Africa by twenty seventeen!
Max jumped up in the air beside him. "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Oi! Oi! Oi!" they yelled in victory, slapping their palms together.
"I never knew you were into Rugby Union." Max said to him amazed. Alec the annoying pain in her arse, followed the same footy code she did? It was like she had never bloody looked at him properly before.
"Who do you think was running the Shank's Pony pool you little dipstick." Alec told her affectionately. "Manticore designed us for one another darl."
"Oh Alec I've been such a blind drongo!" Max gazed at him, her eyes shining as brightly as the Southern Cross.
"Maxers, do you know how many times I almost pashed you, when I pushed you into a taxi drunk after one of Druid's rages?" Alec confessed. "Remember when you threw up on my shirt, after having those off prawns at Shazza's barbeque and I didn't mind? I love you darl."
"So that's why you didn't root me in the kitchen just then. I thought you were having trouble getting it up again."
"How the hell did you know about that? It happened once! Bloody once hey."
"I overheard Ashleigh talking to her up themselves Uni mates on her cell phone one night at Smash."
"It's only ever been you Max yeah." Alec told her tenderly. He drew her close into a lip locking, tongue duelling, swirling, duet, bloody pash.
Alec picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
"No Alec! This is O.C.'s room, she'll kill me if we shag on her bed hey." Max cried out alarmed.
Alec picked her up again and carried her into her room. Fuck what a dump, he thought critically, appalled at her clothes strewn everywhere.
This was a trifle unfair to Max. She had hurried home from Smash to look for clothes that she could pretend to be a legal aide worker in. In the end Max had had to raid a St Vincent's charity bin round the corner.
Alec stood her upright and removed the pile of clothes from the bed. He found a vibrator under the covers and stared at it speechlessly for a second.
"It's been nearly a year Alec." Max reminded him, taking the vibrator out of his hand, and throwing it carelessly on the dresser.
"You poor bloody darling." Alec pashed her again, and lowered her onto the bed.
They pulled each others clothes off and flung them across the room. Alec fondled her breasts and worshipped her rosy peaks with his mouth. Max glanced at her radio alarm clock. Ohmigod Alec had spent two minutes and forty seconds on foreplay. 494 was a complete stallion. Max had never been with anyone this sensitive to her womanly needs before.
Alec positioned himself, ready to plunge into her welcoming molten depths.
"Jesus Christ no!" Max repositioned him swiftly. "There darl.'
"Sorry Maxers."
Alec began a powerful yet sensitive, steady rhythm of penetration in her intimate female secret recess with his manly organ of power. Max began to scream out in pleasure with every insertion of his masculine tower of reproduction into her receptacle of fertility.
"Ohmigod, Ohmigod." Max cried out, as waves of ecstasy rippled through her body like surf at Bondi Beach. Was it night, was it day, were his eyes grey and yet blue? Max didn't give a shit.
Hold on what was Alec doing?
'For we are young and free.' Alec lips moved.
Max could read his lips in the dark, with her transgenic vision. "What the bloody hell are you doing 494? Oh Christ don't slow down, Ohmigod!"
"Reciting the bloody national anthem until you come. How close are you Maxers? I don't know how much longer I can hold out." Alec grunted.
His arms were raised taking his weight so he wouldn't squash her. Alec was so bloody good in bed, Max thought admiringly.
"Almost there darl." Max breathed heavily.
'For those who come across the seas, we've endless plains to share.' Alec tried to focus desperately.
"Oh shit! Oh Christ!" Max screamed in his ear.
'In history's page..."
"Oh fuck I'm bloody coming Alec."
"Oh Max shit, I love you darl."
Their mutual climax was like your horse coming in first in the Melbourne cup, in the office pool. It was like catching the perfect wave on your board at Bondi on a Saturday morning. Like a ride on a Gold Coast Amusement park when no little kid had puked on you due to over excitement and too much fairy floss. It was like fireworks over the Sydney Harbour bridge, on Australia day.
They lay in each others arms, stunned by the intensity of what had just taken place between them.
Alec looked into the love of his life's dark eyes. He moved her hair back.
"Max" he told her sincerely, his heart on the line. "That was the best bloody root of my life."
Glossary
Sex stuff
Have it off, Root: copulate
Franger: condom
Pash: French kiss/snog with tongues
Map of Tassie: woman's pubic hair area. (Look at the map of Australia look at the island of Tasmania at the bottom, get it?)
Expressions meaning you've gone insane
Few fluffies short of a tissue box
Troppo meaning gone insane from tropical heat
Few kangaroos loose in the top paddock
Alcohol
Off your face, pissed, shit faced: drunk
Tipsy: on your way to getting drunk
Plonk: cheap wine either white or red
Rugby
First fifteen: the top rugby team in any organisation that has more than one team usually a school. Because rugby union has a team of fifteen members
Aussie Oi: the annoying chant Australian's do at any sports match against another country. Along with c'mon Aussie c'mon c'mon, c'mon Aussie c'mon c'mon Meaning 'come on Australia' They also screech out 'Waltzing Matilda' off key to drown out the All Black's haka at times, how rude.
Pet care
Blue-tongued lizards: I have fed them myself that way – disgusting, they're about as long as an adults forearm.
Anything I've missed PM me.