Mondo is aware that Pat has another flophouse; one that is totally unknown to the authorities, as in, it’s completely off the grid. Her twin sister Molly runs that one. Junkies flock there to really get off. Molly traffics in highly modified schlongs, schlongs that are a very sick fusion of schlong, growth, crotch slug, and mind serpent; the end result is something very insidious indeed — as in, obscene and evil.
This highly modified schlong is called a kock (pronounced: cock). They look just like a regular schlong, but they feel just like a crotch slug, and they are “alive;” always hungry. As such, they are fleshtone, are slimy to the touch, and have testicular hair that precisely matches the wearer’s pubic hair. Jism spewing, varicose-veined cock. Cock and balls merge seamlessly with the fleshtone latex “dildo” harness of the kock.
When the kock is worn and it’s feeding. Kock wearers stare off vacantly into space. Their mouth is open slackly, drooling. Bleeding from their eyes, nose, and mouth. Their eyes are dead: They look like the marbled peepers of a boiled fish. It’s as if the wearer is in a fugue-state, a glamor having been placed upon them. Blank white eyes that look like the milk-white eyes of a boiled fish, hence the term milk-whites in reference to their marbled peepers. Way beyond perls in brain-eater mode used as mind serpents. Way beyond mind serpents, period. The wearer is reduced to a mindless, white-eyed zombie. A blank slate. A blank. In other words, their consciousness is completely rewritten, while the kock uses them. Needless to say, their use is “encouraged” by The State. This residue of use is what Mondo “sensed” on Frau Klebb’s prudz and debras, and explains the girl’s obsession with Frau Klebb’s personal stuff. Frau Klebb, not her sister, was the kocker.