Sex, Thugs, and Rock & Roll by Todd Robinson

Author:Todd Robinson
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2009-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

We found a cheap hotel that night out in the cornfields of southern Illinois, used Winona’s ID info since we were pretty sure she’d kept out of sight during the job. The desk crew didn’t see the condition we were in, stained and broken. I poured sweat. More bubbles expanded in my guts, my ass clenched as tight as humanly possible until we pulled up in front of the room. I wanted to beeline for the toilet, but by then I was too weak. I released as soon as I climbed from the car, the liquid shit trailing down my leg, dripping on the pavement. A trail of splats followed me inside. I didn’t get past the first bed in the room. Fell across it and shivered.

“Oh my God.” Abe. Maybe an ounce of feeling. If I hadn’t been cramped, chilled, and covered in my own filth, I would’ve been touched. “Is he going to make it?”

Winona said, “Should pass in a few days. But we need to worry about you guys.”

Like he hadn’t heard, “A few days? We don’t have a few days. Hell, staying here one night is dangerous enough. We need to hit again before the cops get a bead on us.”

“In a couple of days, we’ll all be like him anyway, so maybe we should cut our losses and go home.”

Nobody answered. All three standing there staring at me. Winona finally sighed, came over to the bed, and carefully removed my shoes. She said, “One of you get me a washcloth. Soak it in warm water.”

Lewis nodded, went to take care of it.

To Abe, she said, “Help me get his pants off.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

She glanced up at him, withered him. She worked my zipper, and I let her. Felt a little throb in my cock in spite of the embarrassment. Sometimes you’re so sick, embarrassment can’t reach you. I wasn’t quite there yet, but close. Winona and Abe slid my jeans off. I held tight to the gun I’d taken at the store, the only thing propping up my strength—you always feel bigger with a gun.

Then Winona peeled away my soiled jockeys, sat by my side, and gently wiped my ass clean with the warm cloth. Such a peaceful look on her face too. Maybe she liked living on the edge, but I sensed an angel in there who would help me until the end.

“Thank you,” I said.

A Mona Lisa grin. “Feels good?”

Actually, it hurt. My ass was raw and the cloth was rough. “Like heaven.”

While she took care of me, wheels spun in Abe’s mind. Pacing, pacing. Lewis brushed by him on his way to the sink, set his gun down, and then tore open the soap wrapper.

“It’s too late. Washing might’ve helped a few hours ago, but not now.”

Lewis kept on. “It can’t hurt. I’d rather be clean and sick than not clean and sick.”

Pretty soon you won’t have a choice, I thought. It made me laugh. The gun I had taken was pressed against my stomach, cold and cutting.

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