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[MysteryWriter]

The night was cold. So cold I had on a thermal shirt as well as the five other layers of clothes. If I got lucky it was going to take an hour just to get out of them all. There is nothing so foolish as a man trying to stuggle out of a themal suit.

Waiting for her on a pier had sounded romantic last summer when we planned the reunion. On January first when it was to take place it was just fucking cold.

Strange to the the lone fisherman in his thermal suit. At least I didn't look quit as much like the doughboy as he did. I expect that in the heavy warm up coat I looked more like a football player in full pads.

The black plastic coffee in the white plastic cup did little to warm me up after the first five minutes. I was considering the snack bar as a substitute for the end of the pier. I turned back to the water for one last look before starting the walk from the end of the pier. I heard the voice on the wind say, " (NEXT IF YOU DARE)

 

[Couture]

And the thing was, I had just been to the end of the pier. I *knew* there was no one there. Now, some of you may be the kind of people to turn around and investigate. However, I'm not one of those people. With my heart pounding in fear, I began to run as fast as I could away from the voice.

What I saw next, took my breath away. Instead of the comforting site of the fish-cleaning station and the bait shop, I was greeted by the horror of the end of the pier. Somehow I had just run from the end of the pier, right back to the end of the pier.

Like a squirrel in the middle of the road, I didn't know which direction to take to escape. I just kept looking fearfully in all directions, while I stood fixed to my spot.

I heard the voice once again. "Next, if you dare." This time I recognized it to be a woman's voice.

 

[Laurel]

I felt a smile creep across my face. Amazing what a memory can do to warm a body up, and her voice brought back a dozen hot ones.

She wore a long coat and tall pumps. Impractical as always, but never once did her heel catch in the knotted wooden pier deck as she sauntered toward me with a big grin, shaking her head. "You gonna jog the pier all night, or you wanna get a drink?"

"It's not nice to sneak up on a body like that," I answered gruffly, smoothing the outside layer of my thermal cocoon. The fact that I couldn't feel my hands passing over my own torso disturbed me slightly. I wondered if it was a result of my overzealous layering or the numbing effect of the damp chill.

"Oh, grumble grumble grumble!" Her hand clutched my chin, pulled my face down to hers. Warmth spread through me from the point of contact between my lips and her full, soft mouth. The fisherman coughed, a phlegmy rattling sound. I felt the chill again.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," I nodded. "I've got a bottle of brandy at my room."

"Marvelous!"

My arm found her slim waist, and we headed toward warm places, warm drinks, and hopefully a rekindling of old fires. Just then, we heard a noise...

 

[MysteryWriter]

The sound of the siren split the air. "Damn it slim what did you do in the bait shop. You missed old Chinaman running out with the cleaver. That's what sent me back out into the night./ I thought he was after me. You must have been hiding for me to have passed you like that. He must have gone back in to call the cops.

Shit we are going to have to climb down the side. At least it is low tide."

"Easy, Poncho," she said with a giggle. Didn't you say you could fix anything. I ran out of cigarettes and he wouldn't wait for the money. You know how addicted I am. So go fix it."

"Fix it my ass. The cops are on the way. Lets just climb down the side of this bitch." I said it as I walked to a spot over the damp sand.

"Poncho, just go in and fix it damn it. sing him your fucking song and let get the hell to a warm bar."

The Small slight old Chinaman met me at the entrance to the coffee shot. "Out of my way DEEKIN. I gonna kill the beech."

"Come on Chin you don't want to kill her over a pack of cigarettes. The electric chair might be okay for a second but then it gets mighty warm." Warm didn't sound all that bad at the moment.

"DEEKIN, it is more than the cigarettes she................ (next)

 

[MysteryWriter]

called me a pencil pricked faggot. I am going to kill her." That was what he said but it didn't come out that way.

"Now Chin has she ever seen your prick?"

"Oh course not Deecon," he replied.

"Well then she couldn't know for sure could she?" I didn't think the little man would get it and he didn't

"She know nothing." he replied still holding he cleaver and looking toward Slim.

"Tell you what Chin," let me pay for the cigarettes. You call back and cancel the cops."

He had calmed down so but still didn't budge.

"Chin you know that if you don't I am not going to be a happy man. When I get pissed I do all kinds of silly things."

"What you do Deecon?" He was still angry but he knew me. Even worse he had heard the stories.

"This time I think a call to the TV station. I saw you dumping worms from the bait box into the hamburgers. Makes them Juicy you said with a giggle. You do remember that don't you?"

"I never," He said it but he looked worried.

"Chin I am a nationally known writer. You are a fish monger/ short order cook. Might be a lie but it is gonna make a hell of a film at eleven piece."

As I expected Chin caved. His demand was simple an apology from slim and the price of the devils weed from me.

"Sorry you have a pencil prick," slim muttered as I laid the money on the counter. (Come on now guys)

 

[rigged4dive]

As we walked back to my apartment, I thought about the night we met. I was working for the wire service in London. She was doing Europe, and everyone in it, on daddy's money. Daddy had a lot of money.

I’ve known she was trouble ever since that night. She won a five-dollar bet off me by making a Buckingham Palace guard smile. I bet he’s still smiling.

She’s trouble, but she’s trouble I can’t resist.

“Didn’t think you’d show, slim. A year’s a long time.”

“Deecon, you know I’d never miss a date with you.”

It was bullshit, and we both new it.

“You wouldn’t be in some kind of trouble again, would you, Slim?”

“Pancho, I’m shocked. You know I’ve never been able to resist your charm.”

This could be bad.

“You know you’re the only man I’ve ever really cared for.”

This was definitely very bad.

“Drop the other shoe, Slim. What have you gotten yourself into?"

We arrived in front of my two story brown stone

NEXT

 

[MysteryWriter]

"Poncho, do you remember Herbner?"
I nodded.
"Well, he ain't dead. Worse still he is looking for you again."

Next

 

[MysteryWriter]

"All the money your daddy spent on those fancy schools and you say ain't. Geeze Slim. And stop calling me Deecon. You don't do a good chinaman accent."

"All right Deke, but you know Brehmer swore he would kill you on sight."

"And Slim how long have you known he was looking for me?" I asked it becuase the date had been scheduled a long time. It would be too much of a coincicence to think she found out yesterday.

"Come on Poncho I have known a while. Don't look at me like that when you go underground the devil cant find you."

"Well you did," I replied

"Only because you told me where you would be last year. Besides not much chance Brehmer followed me. He thinks I am just a another rich broad with too much sexual energy."

If you knew Slim at all you knew it was a fact. Before she went to work with us she used to say she was the best cocksucker in europe. She tried to prove it all over western europe. Some even said the russians who defected were there to meet with Slim.

"Well lets forget Brehmer for tonight." Even as I said it I took a look around for the battle green colt. Might as well get used to the feel of it again. What a night the promise of Slim for an evening and the threat of Brehmer. God my fucking life was filled with contrasts. (Next)

 

[MysteryWriter]

We sat on the floor with the coffee table between us. On the table I placed a bottle of twenty minute old wine. Slim loved white wine. She once told me the greener and colder the better. In the company they said she had no taste. That they said was one of her better qualities.

I never understood what her lifestyle of constant rebellion was about. She loved to break rules. They said the only reason she still had a job was that the top brase had a thing going on with her.

"So Slim you still working?" I asked it as I drowned the first of what I expected to be many glasses filled with bourbon and Ginger ale.

"First of all Poncho tell my you use that crap to polish your shoes. Nobody in their right mind would drink that."

"As you can see not a shoe in sight. So are you still with them?"

"I am with me. Hell I always was. I simply took their money because I earned it. I sure as hell didnt need it."

"Well you got a lot of wine to drink tonight. Somewhere in the night we will have to talk about Bremher and that job you did on him."

"Come on Poncho you aren't going to tell him it was me that sold him out. Hell, he aint gonna ask he is just gonna shoot your fat ass on sight."

"I don't think so. He is gonna want to know what happened to the blonde." I looked over at her sitting there all thin and small breasted with the mousy brown hair. "You should have brought that platinum wig."

"You and the fucking commies. No wonder you were the best Poncho. You think just like those faggots."

"Hey I am not a faggot. I have not done that in years." I broke into a laugh. (///Next)

 

[MysteryWriter]

Slim move to me with that sexy look in her eye. All soft, warm, and inviting. She was suddenly a blur of movements. I felt the warm sticky blood flow from my neck. I looked at her questioningly.

"Bremher really does have a ten inch cock." she said it almost sadly.

The End.