[MOVED]<br/><br/><em>The morning was still stretching out its luminiferous tendrils when - in an unremarkable bedroom in an unremarkable urban apartment - a phone rang...</em><br/><br/>"Hello."<br/><br/>Gloria squinted as her eyes tasted afresh the harsh light of the morning and turned away from it, propping herself up in her bed with one arm, the point of her elbow sinking into the mattress, her phone held in the opposing hand.<br/><br/>"Hey Scuzz, what's up? ... Yeah I'm free... What's in it for me?"<br/><br/>Scuzz was both a friend and a supplier; all of the drugs which Gloria sold came through him. She normally sold cannabis - occasionally cocaine or various pills - but tonight Scuzz needed a favour from her: he wanted her to deliver a package to a potential customer of his, tonight. He'd make it worth her while, he said.<br/><br/>"Mmm, all right then... What colour's the stuff? ... Sure, I'll see you in a while..."<br/><br/>She flopped onto her back, let her cellphone fall to the mattress, and sank into the warm darkness behind her eyelids. He hadn't answered her question, simply saying he'd be over in an hour.<br/><br/>On the other side of the city, the package she was to deliver was being placed on the passenger seat of a car. It was surprisingly soft and malleable, feeling as though the plastic packaging contained only liquid. The man who sat beside it in the driver's seat closed his door, put the keys in the engine and started the car. He was 29, well-built, and his long blonde hair was pulled back from his face in a ponytail.<br/><br/>Back in Gloria's room, that same face was conjured up in her imagination, the blonde ponytail unfurling into a mane, the fit, muscular torso forming beneath the face as though from green and purplish ectoplasm and pressing against her own, and then she could feel the rest of the body form, and at the pinnacle of her fantasies, her own body crumpled like a leaf amidst the ecstatic flames of her desire.