Sexy Fuck

All I Wanna Do by Cheryl Crow plays.

The Kennedys arrive in the US.

“Hey! Let’s go back to Ireland.” says Mrs. Murphy as her kids jump on bed.

Soak Up The Sun by Cheryl Crow plays.

“Nah. Let’s stay.” And at that they have sex. In a closet. To have privacy. In Boston’s North End. Fortunately the kids are Murphys too. So they don’t understand.

In 1960 Bobby Kennedy, who’s great grandmother had sex in a closet looks at Lem Billings and wonders.

“Lem. Why are you in the same room with me?” thinks Bobby.

“Why is that weird?” asks Lacey.

“Because! When you…are in the same room…things can happen.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“Like what?” asks Lem.

“Sex!!” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“So how do you help someone else’s kids?” says Lem.

“I’m not a child. I’m the hope of the next generation.” says Bobby.

“But it’s psychotic to think I transferred my love for Jack to you.” says Lem.

“Why?” asks Bobby.

“Bobby…the timeline. The psychological timeline is nonexistent. It’s nonsense.” says Freud.

“So I’m- Okay! But then why were you in the same room as me?” asks Bobby, sincerely.

“Bobby…you were without a happy home. And I wanted to be helpful.” says Lem.

“You groomed me.” says Bobby.

“Then I’d be a pedophile.” says Lem.

“Why?” asks Bobby.

“You were 9.” says Lem.

A Change Would Do You Good by Cheryl Crow plays.

“I was 9. That’s different.” says Bobby.

“No. It’s not.” says Freud.

“Yes. It is.” says Bobby.

“No. Bobby no nine year old is ever that grown. Ever.” says God.

“I don’t believe it.” says Bobby.

“Humor us.” says Lem.

“Fine.” says Bobby.

“So…was I a pedophile?” asks Lem.

“No!” says Lem.

“You never touched me.” says Bobby.

“No. True. I never interacted with you sexually.” says Lem Billings to Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“But you had sexual feelings.” says Bobby.

“No. I didn’t. That’s not true.” says Lem.

“Well I thought you did.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“Why?” asks Truman Capote.

“Because!” says Bobby, laughing, exasperated.

“Can I just ask you? How poor was your family, Bobby, in Ireland? Do you know?” asks a Guinness.

“I’m not going to say. Because! You’ll just use it against me.” says Bobby.

Later.

RATATA by Skrillez, Missy Elliott & Mr. Oizo plays. The Illuminati sees Chris Hayes walking in slow motion towards them. He’s scary to them now.

They’re also realizing how straight Lem was. Because someone got an image of Lem getting frustrated by Lacey’s tea cup posts on Instagram.

Don’t ever be in the same room with Bobby Kennedy, by the way. He might get ideas. And it might be narcissistic…and it might be…instinct. Both?

“Did he cheat because they’re poor?” asks Mary Richardson.

“Yes? To make sure they had an offspring who survived?” says Lacey. “I’m sure it’s also narcissistic. But…maybe there is some logic in his instincts. It’s not that all men want to spread their seed. It’s that POOR MEN DO.”

“Yeah. That’s bourgeois science. The whole ‘spread the seed’ argument. It’s a lie to cover-up for their peasantry. Or it’s a lie created accidentally? They based it on observations. About themselves? …Their friends? All likely descendants of peasants. They didn’t…know. Or did they? They…got it wrong though.” says Mary.

“It seems so.” says Lacey.

“Too bad.” says Mary.

“Yeah.” says Lacey sadly.

“It was supposed to be good.” says Mary.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“The science isn’t what they advertised.” says Mary.

“I’m disgusted!” says Lacey, sincerely.

“Well…they’ll have to try harder next time.” says Mary.

“They’ve ruined it. It’s too late.” says Lacey.

Mary looks sad.

“Yes! Think of all those poor people who needed help. Not with abortions. But with keeping their pants up.” says Lacey. “In America.”

“Oh dear God. Help us.” says Margaret Sanger.

“What?!” says Lacey.

“You’re going to destroy the world.” says Margaret Sanger.

“We’ll see.” says Lacey.

“So you want to destroy the world for the sake of the kids being held hostage?” asks Margaret Sanger.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“Shit!!” yells Margaret Sanger as she’s attacked by a giant snake in Purgatory.

“Chris. Why?” asks Mexico.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t the right to say. It’s for their sake. But also the sake of what they represent.” says Lacey.

Lacey listens to Amor verdadero by Afro-Cuban All Stars.

“Why did Lem find her posts about the tea cups aggravating?” asks a reader.

“Because…I want sex with her.” says Lem. “And I can’t stand her insistence on certain things.” He thinks. “It actually makes me love her more. But…it’s a reminder that I was a fool. As much as imitated gay men…I wasn’t one of them. And they actually drive me nuts. Not like how Lacey does. …I can…understand with her. But…it’s a reminder of how…I was…not ever like that.”

“But the Kennedys said you were obsessed with drapery.” says a reader.

Lem laughs. “Yeah. …I am artistic. So I let myself go for it. …But…I’m not one to…be so…invested.”

“But you were!” says a woman.

Lem looks sad. Hangs his head. “No. Not really. Sorry.”

“But you liked gay art!” says a man.

“Not really. Not for sexual reasons.” says Lem.

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