The Kings Of Cool

105

“Your boyfriend is pretty ripped,” Doc says to Kim.

She looks over and sees Brad slumped on a sofa, his eyes glassy from coke and booze. He’ll be out cold any second.

“My fiance,” she corrects.

“You’re going to marry that stiff?” Doc asks.

“For a while,” she answers.

“Come on,” Doc says, taking her hands.

“Where are we going?”

“You know.”

In his bedroom he says, “Take them off, Kim.”

“Take what off?”

“The pretty clothes.”

She does and stands in front of him.

Pirouettes.

“My God,” Doc says.

He admires her perfect body for several seconds and then lays her down on the bed.

“Look at that, ” he says.

She puts her hand over herself and says, “No, Doc, if you want this, you’ll have to-”

He laughs.

Long time coming, this rendezvous.

She wraps her arms around his broad back.

Remembers lying in a cave hearing him with her mother.

Soon it’s like she’s tumbling over a waterfall, and she holds him tighter.

Turns her head and sees the Charles Jourdans.

Her pretty shoes.