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La
petite
mort
,
the
French
called
it
.
Chloe
had
pornographic
movies
,
if
I
was
interested
.
Amyl
nitrate
.
Lubricants
.
Normal
times
,
I
'd
be
sporting
an
erection
.
Our
Chloe
,
however
,
is
a
skeleton
dipped
in
yellow
wax
.
Chloe
looking
the
way
she
is
,
I
am
nothing
.
Not
even
nothing
.
Still
,
Chloe
's
shoulder
pokes
mine
when
we
sit
around
a
circle
on
the
shag
carpet
.
We
close
our
eyes
.
This
was
Chloe
's
turn
to
lead
us
in
guided
meditation
,
and
she
talked
us
into
the
garden
of
serenity
.
Chloe
talked
us
up
the
hill
to
the
palace
of
seven
doors
.
Inside
the
palace
were
the
seven
doors
,
the
green
door
,
the
yellow
door
,
the
orange
door
,
and
Chloe
talked
us
through
opening
each
door
,
the
blue
door
,
the
red
door
,
the
white
door
,
and
finding
what
was
there
.
Eyes
closed
,
we
imagined
our
pain
as
a
ball
of
white
healing
light
floating
around
our
feet
and
rising
to
our
knees
,
our
waist
,
our
chest
.
Our
chakras
opening
.
The
heart
chakra
.
The
head
chakra
.
Chloe
talked
us
into
caves
where
we
met
our
power
animal
.
Mine
was
a
penguin
.
Ice
covered
the
floor
of
the
cave
,
and
the
penguin
said
,
slide
.
Without
any
effort
,
we
slid
through
tunnels
and
galleries
.
Then
it
was
time
to
hug
.
Open
your
eyes
.
This
was
therapeutic
physical
contact
,
Chloe
said
.
We
should
all
choose
a
partner
.
Chloe
threw
herself
around
my
head
and
cried
.
She
had
strapless
underwear
at
home
,
and
cried
.
Chloe
had
oils
and
handcuffs
,
and
cried
as
I
watched
the
second
hand
on
my
watch
go
around
eleven
times
.
