Handing Hal half of the bills in the envelope, ten grand, I said, “Here’s a thousand gallons.”
“Cool,” was all he said. He was wearing a dark silk shirt and black slacks. Porn sex I put my hand on her back, low down, positioning her. Slowly I shoved the tampon up her ass. “No.” Slapping her face Hal slammed her up against a towel rack, pressing her body in a slight arch against the bathroom wall, his forearm across her throat. As I brought the iron closer to her left breast she began to breath rapidly and struggle side to side. “Pick it up, I said!”
“I can’t.” Starting to cry. The three of us were part of the crowd that left the car and spread out on the street. Reaching over I picked up the tube of fire cream and squeezed a drop on one finger and then a drop of lotion, rubbing them together to soften the bite. “Hold up your skirt,” he said. “Unwrap it.” She did. Another slash. Please stop!” Hal leaned over and grabbed both of her arms, keeping her hands out of the belt’s way. Like that.
