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Maik-lings at breakfast

      There was a lull in conversation as the girls ate on the patio.  Behind them the snowy caps of the Qilian Mountains shone in the brilliant morning sunshine.  Above was deep blue sky.  It was only about seven degrees Celsius, but that does not bother Maik-lings.  Soon it would warm up.

        The patio abutted their house, a simple three-room structure largely constructed by the girls themselves on the weekends.  It had a kitchen, an activities room, and a small bedroom taken up mostly by a huge communal futon with no blankets.  There were no doors between the rooms.  The house had a somewhat vacant look due to the absence of any clothing or footwear.  On the walls the girls had painted various creations, mountains, well drawn figures (all of them nudes), abstract color schemes, mathematical equations, quotations from classic Chinese texts, a few corny juvenile jokes.  The walls were pretty crowded by now.  A low table held a chessboard with the pieces still where Liena had trapped Chyou into stalemate last week.  There was no bathroom; the toilet and shower were in the open air, attached to the side of the house.

        “Watch out! An ant!!” Mey-yin said, pointing with urgency at Chyou’s elbow.

        Chyou jumped to her side.  There was no ant.  This caused a riot of laughter and made Zhenzhen giggle more. Chyou said, “The last thing I want to see right now is an ant!!”


        Liena wiggled her butt.  “I think a couple that went in me last month are still in there. . .”  She looked down at her tummy.  “How’re you doing, guys?”

        “Ewww . . .!” said Zhenzhen, clutching her butt, tipping onto her side again until her head met the table.  This did not stop her from turning toward the house and shouting, “Sleepy head!!”  More echoes from down in the grotto.

        Fenfeng, eyes still half shut, stumbled out, rubbing her head, her hair a wild mess.  She idly scratched her pubic hair.  The tall girl sat down next to Chyou and looked sleepily out at the mountains, squinting in the bright glare.  Then she smiled and reached over to grab Chyou’s breasts as if they were grapefruit she was checking out at a fruit stand. “They grow any more last night?”

        “Mine are growing too,” Mey-yin said, holding hers up for the others to look at.

        “I can’t tell,” Qinyang said.

        Liena said, shaking her head, “I think by this point . . .”


        “You don’t want big ones,” Chyou said.  “Men stare at them, and they hurt when I run. . . You wouldn’t believe the ways those film people think of torturing them. . . Poor babies!”  She picked one up in both her smallish hands and kissed it, then the other.  General chuckling.

        Liena looked at Fenfeng, still half asleep.  “You look really wiped out.”

        “Maybe I’m getting old,” Fenfeng said, exhaling.  “They had me pull thirty-seven loads yesterday. . . They think that just because I’m bigger than the rest of you I’m some kind of female Hercules.  Lugging all the Hydra’s heads to Eurystheus.”

        “Well we all are female Hercules, in a way,” Liena said.  “Nothing can hurt us.”

        “That,” Zhenzhen said, “is the Truth of Truths.”  The girls at the table held their hands up, except for Zhenzhen, lying on her side, who put up her foot.  The six hands and one foot all touched as they gave their cheer.  “Go -- Maik-lings!!”

        A moment later Chyou shifted uncomfortably, then drew her foot up onto the table, spreading her expressive toes.

        “What’s wrong?” Liena said.

        “I think an ant bit my cervix yesterday.”

        “Let me see.”


        Chyou got onto the table, lay on her back, and spread her legs.  Maik-lings have great control over their internal muscles and can open their vaginas at will.  Liena spread the labia.  The brilliant glare from the snowy mountains behind her allowed her to see inside.  Cold, clear mountain air hit Chyou’s cervix.  “Looks o.k. to me.”  Qinyang came up next to her and also looked.  The atmosphere was as casual as if she was showing them a scratch on her finger.  “I don’t see anything.”  As Chyou got back down onto the bench again Liena said, “You probably got bit but it’s harmless.  The sting will go away.  It did with me.”

        “It did with me too,” Qinyang said.

        “Me also,” Zhenzhen said.

        Fenfeng roused herself to go to the kitchen and came back with toast with jam and vegan potato salad.  As she ate she said, “It’s been an interesting summer but I kind of want to go back to school.”


        “It’s only three weeks away,” Qinyang said.

        Liena said, “We should get that wood stove repaired in time for winter.”


        Qinyang said, “We’re out of gas for the torch.”


        “I can ask Ms. Qing to get us some more.”  Ms. Qing, who drove the bus during the school year, came by on Sundays with clothes for the girls to mend, and in return she brought them things from town that only those over the age of twenty-one are allowed to buy.

        Liena looked at the cord or so of firewood off to the side and said, “We should cut more wood too.”

        “It’s already August,” Qinyang said.  “It won’t cure in time.”

        “I mean for next year.”

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