Lust Demented

{XLIV}

MISSY POPPED OUT FROM BEHIND the door startling me. She had sliced cucumbers stuck to her face. Uninhibited, she was laughing the way most people can only laugh in the company of family. People you’ve known your whole life. People that will put up with you and even more stand behind you, blindly.

“Farrow let me put them on you too.”

“It’s okay… you enjoy… I’m cool…”

“Get over here.” Missy grabbed me, wiping the cucumber paste off her face, and smearing it on mine.

Fading back onto the planet below the steel skeleton of the Williamsburg Bridge, I woke up aching in Adelora’s warm lap. The lawyer had a bruised forehead and two determined bloodshot black eyes that no one in their right mind would contest. It hurt me to see her that way. I wish my beating was enough, but the shields couldn’t help, but double their pleasure. We spilled onto Delancey. Two pairs of eyes watched us in the same little mirror. Grinding their teeth. Wrinkling their tense faces. They were at another career moment. Wondering if they were showing up to a raging pulse or melting block of ice. The traffic was the same as always, but their minds had no space left for patience. Sgt. Bethany Powers leaned down and put the portable siren on the dash, driving over the median, and the wrong way down Norfolk Street. Something hit the side window.

“Sounded like a pebble.” Sgt. Bethany Powers pounded the gas. I looked up imagining the shadowy kids on the top of the tower across from the temple. They were all out of fresh piss for the unmarked cars. Instead a shower of stones followed by bricks and bottles. Broken glass fell on us like icy windblown ashes from Thor’s coolie. Die machine.

“Go Farrow go.” Adelora hoisted me with her legs, out back window. I hit the pavement with a bone-jarring thud, sinking into a quicksand mattress.