Voluntary Madness by Hendricks Vicki

Author:Hendricks, Vicki [Hendricks, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-01-05T05:00:00+00:00

14

I take a shower, then ride my bike down to Viva's thinking about their mushroom-cheese quesadilla, crab cakes with poblano cream sauce, and my three margaritas. I have to take my mind off Punch and Isis for a little while.

I've finished the food and I'm sipping my third margarita when I see my construction worker friend with the missing tooth. The gap is still open so I guess the epoxy replacement never worked out. He doesn't seem to recognize me, probably too far gone that night to remember anything.

I think about the night I met him and it hits me that it's time to try my flashing routine again. Now that I have my Beretta, maybe I can come up with something interesting to make Punch forget about Isis.

I ride my bike home and put the Beretta and my black wig in a canvas shoulder bag. I don't take any bullets. I pick a dark spot a couple blocks down on Catherine between a tree and a fence. I put the wig on and strip down so I'm ready. I look at the splint. It's not in style for a flasher. When somebody comes, I'll put both hands behind me, the splinted right hand and the left hand with the gun.

There's a fireplug to prop my ass on and I wait with my piece - like I'll call it to Punch - in my lap. I think of some details. It's a warm humid night, so the metal fireplug and cold gun feel good. I picture my sleek silhouette in the dark against the trees. I'm in control with my threatening weapon.

Soon I see a prospect under the next street light. He's tall, middle-aged, muscular, with yellow-blond hair cut short. I think I see the glint of an earring on the left side, the kind of guy that I need a gun to scare. He's walking brisk with his arms crossed, like in deep thought.

It dawns on me that I still haven't planned something clever to say, but I don't want the guy to get away. I step forward, chest out, arms behind my back. I'm about six feet in front of him.

"What the fuck's this?" he says. His voice is gruff. His arms drop to his sides.

"What do you think?" My nerve is suddenly running a little thin.

He laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. "A sex-crazed, teenage hooker?"

My hand goes to my hip. I'm faking guts at this point.

He looks down and crosses his arms. "Rough customer?"

I realize the splint's showing. "No. I'm not a hooker. I'm flashing you."

"Oh ... great. No raincoat?"

I don't know where to go from here, so I pull out the Beretta.

He stiffens a little. "Hey now. What's the deal?"

I have a flash of power, but I'm not sure what to do with it. "Let me see your wallet. Take it out and kick it to me, like in the movies."

He pulls a wallet out, drops it on the ground and kicks it right under the toe of my flip-flop.

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