There is a moment just before I embark on some sort of act that has potentially horrid consequences for another where I stop. Just pause and think before I step into action. Does this person truly deserve this?
I looked Carl over. Sure he had no sense of style but then neither did I. He wore wrangler jeans two sizes too small for reasons that made no sense. His dark hair was combed over in a manner that wouldn't fool a team of blind mules loaded up on a mixture of crack and quaaludes and he wore a t-shirt from some 80's band that had been worn so often that the only I reason I knew which group it was that I had that same shirt and seen them on the same tour. (Throw up the horns bitches!!) Sure he looked like a human train wreck but on any given day the same could be said of me.
Those superficial issues aside he was a person who felt entitled to strew paper and petrol products all over the beautiful wasteland of the local area to pimp a piece of agitprop by a man whose job was to act like a goalie on the human mind. Blocking any novel notion or idea that could cause the world to potentially change for the better. He was sold on the idea that the way things were, had to be the way they should continue despite the fact that it would make women, people of color, gay folks and trans people second class citizens. To his mind that was okay because much like the Affliction shirted rat I had seen earlier he had his so fuck you.
That to me was the dividing line. A simple notion of the world as a place that revolved around him, those other people were objects to be used for his own fulfillment or road blocks best ran over. To his view of the world there was no need for a notion of common equality caring for those around him, or even viewing those other animate objects on two legs as people.
So yeah, fuck him.
He leaned in close to me and I could smell his halitosis coming. I steeled myself for an unpleasant encounter. So what do I have to give you to fuck this whore over here?" He asked.
Acting like I was giving it some thought I paused then said. "Five hundred bucks but it can't happen here."
He nodded sagely. "And what does she get in the cut?"
"Whatever I fucking give her." I replied. Folks when dealing with your enemy know his language.
He laughed hard. "Good man. Okay lets blow this Popsicle stand." We walked away from the bar and I eyed Jon who was taking a beating from some young ladies garter belt. Her smile of enjoyment was genuine and he did a job of selling her whipping him worthy of a pro wrestler. Part of me decided to see how long i could draw this out. He'd done great work and deserved a chance to indulge his desires.
We made it past the throng at the door and out into the warm dry night air. Fiona had wrapped herself up in a long red satin nightgown. Now every time she took a step one of her legs did a majestic strip tease passing through the material. I was almost distracted, but with the objective in sight my focus was like a laser.
We got into his truck and just as he started it he reached down into the seat well and produced a handgun roughly the size of my head. Which he touched to the end of my nose. "How about we forget the $500 and you get watch while I shaft your bitch?" His other hand brought up a set of handcuffs.
From this position I could have taken that pistol and turned it at his head in less time than it would have taken him to blink. Patience won out though, he didn't want to hurt me physically, he just wanted to assert his dominance in the only manner he knew how. He wanted to fuck Fiona and turn me into some sort of weeping dribble.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought that he had this move down so well that he had obviously done it before. "Cuff your hand to the ceiling handle."
So I feigned terror and did what he said. HE laughed and put the pistol away and put the overly large truck in gear. Amazing to me how people with small souls go for big things,. Guns, cars, etc. Mind you I drove a huge Aston martin but weapons of choice tended to be average but effective. So I guess my soul is in the medium sized range.
It was quiet in the truck, and I'm sure he was enjoying the scene. Me trapped in his truck and him about to get a piece of porn star ass. Or so he thought.
With some drugs the onset is slow and gradual, but Jon's batch of the substance he just called pretty, smacked him in the eyes with all the force of a pharmacological 2 by 4. His pupils suddenly dilated his muscles slacked and tensed at random and his head lolled as he tried to remember where he was.
Which would have been awesome if we hadn't been doing sixty on a gravel road.
With the speed of thought I reached into the back of my pants and liberated the handcuff key taped to my belt and freed my hand. Then surged to my left knocking his hands off the wheel and hitting the brakes hard.
Meanwhile Fiona came up from behind and applied a blood check on Carl like she was a MMA pro. In seconds he was out cold and drooling.
"So what are we gonna do with him now?" She asked.
I got out opened the driver side door and kicked Carl as hard as I could over to the passenger seat then for fun cuffed his hands to the roof.
"Now we're gonna have a night Carl wished he had." I replied.
I was about to drive off when Kat caught up to us. "Holy shit! Are you all right?"
Pretty silvery pieces of glitter sailed past my eyes and I could hear amazing music roaring in my ears as she walked up. In small doses "Pretty" was damn awesome I decided. "Yeah we're fine." I replied. "Dumbass here is in another world for a few hours so I suggest we put them to good use."
"What should I do?" Kat asked.
"Do me a favor and keep on the police band radio and let me know when and how they're following us." I replied. Kat took a second then looked at Carl and smiled.
"You are an evil man."
"You have no clue." I replied. "Hang out near the cop shop and be ready to pick us up." She laughed and walked off.
I looked at Fiona and smiled to her. "You can skip this part it's likely to be a bit dangerous."
She ran her arm through mine and kissed my cheek. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Getting back in with her I put the truck in gear and drove off heading back toward town. This is where it was gonna get evil.
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