"Fly, honeys, right here! I got it all day, all night. Don't stop 
'til you get enough!" Termite expelled the contents of his stomach
into an empty doorway, deftly wiped his mouth with the financial news
section, and kept on rocking. "24-7, we got the beat! Ooh ooh, ooh ooh.
You can chop down a tree, but you can't beat a leaf when it's on a
roll!" 

Agent 7 gripped the door jamb furiously, covered in Termite's lunch.
"I can't take this hippie dude much longer," he said. "For you, I
moved to San Francisco. For you, I sold the Ford and bought a Chevy.
For you, I turned invisible. But this little chess game of yours is
trying my patience. You know, I don't even think he knows he's
playing." Agent 7's lover moved above him like steam. He could complain
for hours and get no response from her, but he knew she was listening 
and it made him feel stronger. He deftly wiped his mouth. 

"Fly Eddie, rockin' steady. Feel the heat and taste the burn, roll the
dice and take your turn!" 

"I wouldn't mind so much," Agent 7 continued, "if we had a home.
Dumpsters, riverbeds, carpet-remnant showrooms... this is the life I
have with you. I know you will win someday, maybe soon, but some- 
times I flag. Tell me you're with me. Tell me how I can help." He 
felt a chill run through his gut, across his liver, and she was gone. 

Termite ran a skinny hand through his blue hair. "My god in heaven, my
meat and lettuce, what solar babe graces my groovy way?" Agent 7's
lover, also the lover of Agents 1-6, touched her hand to her forehead
and sighed "come home". "I don't go home," spat Termite. "Ramblin' 
man, road's best friend. I eat stop signs the way I drop lines;
pneumatic and frantic." His mood fell as his diction bloomed. 

"Come home with me," she said again, as Termite sank to his knees. 
"I don't have a home," he rejoined weakly; "You made me pancakes 
and I faced out the front hall. He was there, too, or maybe I've 
forgotten.  So glad you came through the back door. I wouldn't 
have seen it..." 

Termite stopped moving forever. Warmth coursed through Agent 7's 
liver. They were home and she was his.

(for Lion Girl)