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VI - ALONE

Shorty was tied to a chair, upside-down. The chair was upside-down, that is. Shorty was right-side up. The basement of Club KB (he assumed that’s where he still was) was nice enough - carpet, sufficient lighting -

The lights went out.

“Y-yo - wha-whatup?”

That’s when Shorty heard the footsteps behind him. Click-click-click. Heels. A chick was all up in this downstairs. Or a transexual. Somebody in heels.

“You are now the in okay but there is bad things, yes?” Damn. Shorty knew that voice. It was the P’s wife, and there was nothing good that could come out of this.

Shorty met Mrs. P once before - years ago, a few weeks after he had met the P. He remembered it like it was yesterday - the P’d thrown up all kinds of junk that night. That’d made it two nights in a row.

“What is looking for is wanting the P it is what I am having but now,” she smelled great. She always did. Even with all the whips and blood and other stuff.

“The watch? You got the watch and shit?” She slapped him, and it wasn’t just any slap. Shorty could tell something was up. “Wh-where the P at?”

She laughed at him, and when she stepped into the light, he could see why.

“Damn, woman!” Shorty couldn’t believe this - he remembered Mrs. P looking a little different. She dug a heel into his foot - he could feel it pierce the skin. “Wh-what you want from me, girl?”

She breathed right in his ear; he could swear he just sucked his soul out of his brain. (Shorty always assumed his soul was stored in his brain.) Mrs. P kissed his cheek. “The watch I am having and it is that, and now you are where it the watch must be. No?”

“What?”

She took the watch out - it fit the description of the one they came here for. Shorty didn’t know what it was for, but if the P wanted it, he figured he’d better do whatever it took to get it. Mrs. P swung the watch in front of his eyes. “Now is the time and there will be dancing and there is playing in the fleshes. Maybe a dancing of in the back?” Shorty didn’t know what that meant, but when she mumbled something about “trousers” and undid his belt, he knew [edited]

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“Damn, girl!!!” Shorty smiled and [edited]
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Shorty finished the job quick. She simply put the watch on his bare chest and left. He couldn’t even get a grip on what he’d done. He had the watch, but what if the P found out how he’d gotten it?

“There is now what I am that is what I see not is it Shorty?”

Shorty didn’t even have to turn around. The P was right in the doorway - he’d seen everything. It was at that moment that Shorty knew nothing with the crew would ever be the same again.

NEXT: LAST CALL