Part One
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I
didn’t pay much attention to her story. Women like her are used to being in the
center of attention, so they always have something to talk about. That normally
revolves around money, men or both. She started off by introducing herself as
Missus Serena Crane, wife of some gentleman whose name and function sounded imposing
and important, but which both slipped my mind as soon as she mentioned them.
From there on, I drifted off, alternating between imagining her naked body pole
dancing and how she would look like if she were to drop the clichéic red dress
she was wearing and put on a business suit. It took a lot of willpower to fight
those thoughts off and resurface every now and then, but I managed to do it
enough times to make an idea about the whole thing.
Her husband was a man well past his
prime and she had agreed to be his trophy wife in exchange for a piece of his
fortune. There had been no love between them, nor any promise of it ever entering
their life. It was nothing more than a business deal. He would become easier on
the eye at the parties he was hosting. She would get the status she had always
dreamed about. I should’ve found it suspicious how she kept underlining that
there was no love between them, but at the time, I was so boozed out of my
mind that I thought she was trying to make another point: that she was not out
of my reach.
Their arrangement worked like gangbusters; for the first five years, at least. The problems started to poke their ugly
mugs when another woman came in the picture. Apparently, her beloved husband
had finally fallen in love. Not only that, but he had started abusing her, so
much in fact that she had spent a few nights crashing on her girlfriend’s couch.
She removed the scarf from around her neck and showed me what clearly looked
like strangling marks. I frowned my eyebrows and dropped a swearing that made
Marv turn his head.
“You see, Mister Law, what I really
want is simple: what he promised me in the first place. A woman like me has no
business being alone and without a penny in a world like this. I just want him
to keep his end of the bargain and then let me go.”
Well, that seemed like a fair thing
to ask. Did I care about her pain? Not one bit. Did I want to take my ass out
of the confy, leather bench from my favorite booth and out in the crosshair of
some powerful man I had no idea about? Well, I guess you can answer this last
one by yourself.
All I knew was that I had spent
hours emptying shot after shot of Jack and not one single time had I hit the john. I politely excused myself and headed for the bathroom.
***
I was going to help her. Sort out
her mess and get paid and then start steering my own life into a better
direction. Missus Crane had made a pact with the money and I one with the
alcohol. It was time both me and her cut our losses and start fresh. I would
stop being the rebel and actually show up on time for my shifts. Who knows,
after a few months of fetching for the boss, he might even consider moving me
to a desk job. I would move papers until retirement came and then rent a small
place on the beach where I could die of old age.
It all sounded perfect. Maybe even a
bit gay. My stomach protested and I had just enough time to bend over the
toilet before I puked my guts out. I flushed and smiled as I watched the rests of my
dinner going down the drain. In my mind, all that had been rotten inside of me
had just gone down with them.
My first step on the path of
salvation was agreeing to help poor Missus Crane. I wiped the vomit from the
corners of my mouth and washed my face and went to her. She was more than happy
to hear my conclusion and I was more than willing to let her give me a tight
hug. Her perky breasts pushed against my chest - good God Almighty, I had no
idea You could make them little bastards like this! The road to Heaven is paved
with good deeds, but I was still wondering on the one leading towards the
opposite pole. Good intentions or not, I was still hoping to get inside her as
soon as all of this would come to an end.
I
decided that the second step would be not letting yet another soul to die on my
watch. Keeping the attitude of a mule, I convinced her to let me walk her to
the nearest taxi point. The streets were empty at this hour of the night and
the darkness had a knack for snatching young ladies right off the face of the earth. She seemed unwilling to accept but did it anyway. I attributed it to my
charms, of course.
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