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put your cell phones away, the lesbians are leaving now. Sorry we didn t
spontaneously fuck for your entertainment. After all that s what we re
supposed to do in public.
When they got outside,Trisha suddenly felt herself pushed up against
an outside wall of the club.
Michaela had pinned her to the wall with her forearm across Trisha s
chest.
Michaela, you okay? You re not mad are you?
I m not mad and I am way more than okay.
What are you doing?
What do you think? We re going to spontaneously fuck in public.
After all that s what you re supposed to do when your girlfriend rises to
your defense and you know you can t make it home without tearing her
clothes off. Besides, there s a security camera above us and I need some
new footage. Someone deleted my other video.
Part Two: (provided by Kate Genet)
Trisha leaned back against the wall as Michaela attacked her buttons.
I always knew I had a dirty mind, but you, Michaela, you take the
cake, she said.
Michaela just grunted as she uncovered the skin she wanted so much.
And you talk too much, baby, she said.
Trisha tipped her head back as Michaela grazed her thumb across a
nipple.
Yeah sure. But you not only have a fantastically dirty mind, Michaela,
it s a devious one too, she said. I really, really like that in a woman.
But there s no way in hell we re getting you another video!
Part Three: (provided by Mike)
The video game character on the screen was surfing the waves with
great precision. Standing sideways in front of the screen with one arm
towards the screen and one away was Caro, her posture mimicking the
character on screen. She had never been into video games but she really
liked the motion tracking surfing simulation.
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The onscreen character crashed as she turned around at the sound of
the door opening. Trisha entered, her hair rumpled and her shirt missing
a couple buttons, which she held closed with one hand.
Caro panicked.
Are you okay? What happened?
Oh, I was & uhmm& mugged.
Mugged?! Caro said in disbelief, Are you okay, did you call the po-
lice, how s Mich- her words cut off as Michaela entered equally
disheveled. Caro s eyes narrowed, Lemme guess. You were mugged
too?
Something like that. There s been a surge in criminal activity in the
region lately.
Yeah, apparently public indecency is on the rise, Caro said, then
looking at Trisha, Apparently your mugger wore pink lipstick.
Trisha blushed, I think I m going to take a shower.
Try not getting mugged in the shower, Caro said turning back to
the television.
That was yesterday morning, Michaela whispered to Trisha as they
entered the next room. Michela shut the door behind them.
Hey thanks again for getting Caro the game system. She seems to be
having a blast with it. We never could afford one before, Trisha said.
Well she helped me with some important computer stuff.
Really? What did she help you with, Trisha asked from the bath-
room as Michaela sat down in front of her computer.
On the screen read the message One deleted file recovered . Michaela
smiled.
Oh, nothing for you to worry about, she replied.
Fat Pat and the Accidental Death of Maryanne
(By Kate Genet)
Some characters like to keep on talking outside of their books.
I was outside enjoying the mild evening air one night and admiring
the pretty, pearl-coloured moon when Trisha decided to drop by for a
chat. We had a most amusing conversation and I just have to share with
you the story she had to tell:
Trisha: Hey, you think I could be a writer?
Me: I don t know. Why, do you want to be one?
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Trisha: Not really, I suppose. Don t think I d be able to sit still long
enough. Besides, I bet you have to know a lot about human nature and
shit, right?
Me: I wouldn t necessarily say that, but you probably need to be the
sort of person who thinks about it a lot, at least.
Trisha: Definitely don t have the patience, then. Hey. I have a hell of a
story for you though.
Me: You do? Tell me.
Trisha: All right. No shitting you, this is as true as I m sitting here,
right?
There was this guy used to come into the diner all the time, okay? He
killed his wife. You know, murdered her? He got away with it too, but
everyone in town knows he s as guilty as a bear shitting in the woods.
Me: How d he get away with it?
Trisha: See, this is the story, right? His name s Pat but everyone calls
him Fat Pat. Didn t used to be fat, was as fit as anything all his life but
few years back he started putting on weight. Out of the blue, like, started
piling on the pounds, scarfing burgers and fries every night at the diner
then going home to eat whatever his wife cooked for him too, I ll bet.
He got pretty huge all right not big enough to be stuck in bed all day
like those grossly enormous guys you see on TV sometimes, but pretty
fucking big anyway. Any time anyone asked him why he was suddenly
trying to turn into King Kong, he d just shrug and order another shake.
It was kinda disgusting but fascinating at the same time, you know?
Everyone in town started placing bets as to how much he d gained and
one day they actually brought in some scales and made him get on them.
The needle went right off the dial so no one knew who d won the bet
and there was a big uproar over that but Fat Pat didn t give a shit, he just
went right back to eating.
Me: Is this going somewhere?
Trisha: Shit yeah, give me a minute. Anyway, next thing we all hear is
that Maryanne, his wife is dead. Apparently what happened is they were
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