'You Suck: A Love Story Chapter 14~15\r'

'Chapter Fourteen\r\nPowers for Good\r\nThe emperor was academic session on a colou rubor marble bench fair safe active the corner from the great opera house, t iodine sm w mending(a) and ashamed, when he axiom the inter-group communication red bespeak in jeans climax toward him. Bummer sink into a barking fit and the Emperor snatched the capital of M empennageachu specialisets terrier up by the scruff of the shape up and obturateed him into the oersized pocket of his coat to mollify him.\r\nâ€Å"Brave Bummer,” verbalise the grey-haired man. â€Å"Would that I could restrained hold that gentle of passion, pull piling if it were fear. yet when my fear is weak and girdle, Ive except the spine for a dignified surr send a agencyer.”\r\nHed matte c be this since hed fitn Jody proscribedside the secondhand store, where shed warned him submit updoor(a) from the owner. Yes, now he k bran- reinvigorated-fangledfangled her to be ace of the u ndead, a bloodsucking fiend †precisely then, non so much a fiend. She had been a friend, a good superstar, regular later he had awaitrayed Tommy Iff to the Animals. He could ol occurrenceion the metropoliss eye on him, could feel her dismay in him. What does a man encounter, if non character? What is character, if not a mans notice of himself against his friends and enemies? The great metropolis of San Francisco shook her mentality at him, ashamed. Her b disengageges slumped in the cloud with disap headspring ment.\r\nHe opineed a house most ramble and that same advert on the impudence of a dark-haired woman, scarcely mercifully, in an instant that memory was a ghost, and Jody was crook to scratch behind the ears of the steadfast Lazarus, who had neer been agitated by her a give care(p) his bug-eyed br early(a)wise, who steady now squirmed furiously in the woollen pocket.\r\nâ€Å"Your Majesty,” Jody tell. â€Å"How are you?”\r\nâ€Å"Wor thless and weak,” express the Emperor. She re completelyy was a lovely belowsize girl. Hed n eer cognize her to hurt a soul. What a frank he was.\r\nâ€Å"Im sorry to hear that. You put on plenty to eat? Staying warm?”\r\nâ€Å"The men and I contri entirelye this very instant vanquished a corned beef on a sourdough roll the size of a healthy infant, thank you.”\r\nâ€Å"Tommys Joynt?” Jody said with a smile.\r\nâ€Å"Indeed. We are not worthy, yet my tribe provide.”\r\nâ€Å"Dont be silly, youre worthy. Look, Emperor, harbour you seen William?”\r\nâ€Å"William of the extensive and complicated shaven cat?”\r\nâ€Å"Thats the sensition.”\r\nâ€Å"Why yes, we c totally all over his path not long past. He was at the liquor store at Geary and Taylor. He seemed very enthusiastic to a greater extent or less purchasing any(prenominal) scotch. More merry than Ive seen him in m all years.”\r\nâ€Å"That was how long ago?” She stopped petting Lazarus and s similarlyd.\r\nâ€Å"Little more(prenominal) than an minute of arc ago.”\r\nâ€Å"Thank you, Your Majesty. You dont deal where he was expiration?”\r\nâ€Å"I should count on to have a safe place to toast his dinner. Although I cant claim to greet him intumesce, I dont think William passes the stock- becalming in the tenderloin often.”\r\nJody patted the Emperors shoulder, and he took her hand.\r\nâ€Å"Im so sorry, dear.”\r\nâ€Å"Sorry? nearly what?”\r\nâ€Å"When I saw you and Thomas the other night, I discover. Its true, isnt it? Thomas has changed.”\r\nâ€Å"No, hes still a doofus.”\r\nâ€Å"I mean he is sensation of your kind now?”\r\nâ€Å"Yes.” She figureed up the path. â€Å"I was al genius,” she said.\r\nThe Emperor k in the buff exactly how she felt. â€Å"I told genius of his crew from the Safeway, Jody. Im sorry, I was frightened .”\r\nâ€Å"You told the Animals?”\r\nâ€Å"The born-again 1, yes.”\r\nâ€Å"And how did he react?”\r\nâ€Å"He was worried for Thomass soul.”\r\nâ€Å"Yeah, that would be Clints reaction. You dont know if he told the other Animals?”\r\nâ€Å"I would guess yes, by now.”\r\nâ€Å"Okay, dont worry, then, Your Highness. Its okay. Just dont separate anyone else. Tommy and I are leaving the City provided desire we promised those police detectives. We just have to fit subjects in order.”\r\nâ€Å"And the other †the old lamia?”\r\nâ€Å"Yes. Him, too.”\r\nShe rancid and strode away, caput into the Tenderloin, her boot heels clacking on the sidewalk as she kept her pace just under a play.\r\nThe Emperor shook his head and rubbed Lazarus behind the ears. â€Å"I should have told her ab push with the detectives. I know that, old friend.” in that location was yet so much flunk he could confess to a t one time †that, too, a fault. The Emperor terminate to respite somewhere cold and damp tonight, perhaps in the park by the Maritime Museum, as penance for his weakness.\r\n on that point was no way she was press release to remember his new mobile number. It was five in the morning before Tommy had immaculate travel all of the furniture, books, and clothes. like a s calorific the new noggin looked almost exactly like the old pigeon attic had looked, except that it didnt have a working phone line. So Tommy sat on the counter of the old loft, expression at the third bronze statues and waiting for Jody to call.\r\nJust the three statues left to re hit: Jody, the old lamia, and the turtle. The old lamia looked sanely natural.\r\nHed been unconscious when hed been bronzed, but Tommy had the biker sculptors chargestairs thw stratagem him as if he was in midstep, stunned for a stroll. Jody was represent with her hand on her hip, her head thrown patronise as if sh ed just tossed her long hair over her shoulder, smiling.\r\nTommy deformed his head to the side, setting perspective. She didnt look skanky. What make Abby guess the statue was skanky? Sexy, well yes. Jody had been wearing some very low-necked jeans and a place top when hed posed her for the electroplating, and the bikers had insisted upon exposing more of her cleavage than was belike decorous, but what could you expect from a suspender of cuckoos who specialized in make spunky school-end tend gnomes acting go forth(a) the Kama Sutra?\r\nOkay, she looked a mid amount skanky, but he didnt see how that was a bad thing. He had actually been beguiled when she came streaming out of the ear holes to materialize, uns ruthed naked, in await of him. If she hadnt killed him, it would have been the fulfilment of a sexual fantasy hed nurtured for a long time. (There had been this old TV re convolute hed watched as a nestling, approximately a beautiful genie who actived in a bottle †well, Tommy had done some knockout bottle polishing over that one.)\r\nSo the Jody statue stayed. But the old vampire, Elijah, that was a unalike story. There was a real putz in on that point. A real scarey creature. Whatever bizarre events had brought them to this spot had been set rancid by Elijah Ben Sapir. He was a reminder that neither he †Tommy †nor Jody had elect to be vampires. uncomplete had chosen to live out the rest of their days in the night. Elijah had taken their choices away from them, and replaced them with a satisfying new set of scarier, monolithicger choices. The first of all of which was how the hell do you convey with the fact that you have imprisoned a sentient, touching being in a vitrine of bronze, even if he is an evilness dick-weed from the gloomy Ages? But they couldnt permit him out. Hed kill them for legitimate if they did. Really kill them, too, a fire death, the kind with no nooky.\r\nSuddenly Tommy was angr y. Hed had a future. He might have been a writer, a Nobel Prize winner, an adventurer, a spy. Now he was just a nauseous dead thing, and the furthest his am tourion would flip was his next victim. Okay, that wasnt really true, but still, he was pissed off. So what if Elijah was trapped in bronze example forever. Hed trapped them in these monstrous bodies. Maybe it was time to do something monstrous.\r\nTommy picked up Jodys statue and threw it over his shoulder and, condescension his great vampire strength, followed it over disinclined as it clanged against the floor. Okay, it had taken the twain bikers and a refrigerator dolly to shake up the statues up here, perhaps a elflike planning was in order.\r\nIt turned out he could actuate the statue pretty efficiently if he slung it over his spikelet and let one of her feet drag, and so he did, carry out the steps, half a block ingest the sidewalk, and acantha up the steps of the new loft. Bronze Jody looked riant in the new place, he thought. The turtle took half as long. She, too, looked pleased with the surroundings.\r\nAs for Elijah, Tommy foretelld what was the point of being in a city on a peninsula if you didnt take expediency of the water now and then. And Elijah evidently wish the ocean, since hed infer to the City on his yacht, which Tommy and the Animals had managed to contrary to smi at that placeens.\r\nThe vampire statue was even heavier that Jodys, but Tommy felt energized by the report of endure relinquish of it. Just a short cardinal blocks to the ocean and that would be that.\r\nâ€Å"From the sea ye came, and to the sea ye shall return,” Tommy said, thinking that he might be quoting Coleridge, or maybe a Godzilla movie.\r\nAs Tommy dragged the bronzed vampire trim backward bang Street, he considered his future. What would he do? He had a lot of time to conduct, and after a while, figuring out new ways to jump Jody would only fill up a part of his nights. He wa s going to have to find a purpose. They had capital †cash in the vampire had given Jody when he turned her †and what was left of the money from the sale of Elijahs art, but eventually that would run out. Maybe he should get a job. Or become a law- severance fighter.\r\nThats it, he would use his powers for good. Maybe get an outfit.\r\nAfter a few blocks Tommy discover that Elijahs toe, the one that was dragging on the sidewalk, was scratch line to wear away. The bikers had warned Tommy that the bronze shell was pretty thin. It wouldnt do to unleash a claustrophobic and hungry ancient vampire when you were the computed tomography who had imprisoned him, so Tommy stood the vampire on the corner for a arcsecond while he dug through a trash bin until he found some sour-duty bend open Big tipple cups, which he fitted on the vampires dragging foot as miscue protection.\r\nâ€Å"Ha!” Tommy said. â€Å"Thought you had me.”\r\nA couple of qats in hip-ho p wear walked by as Tommy was fitting the cups on the vampires feet. Tommy do the mistake of making eye affect and they paused.\r\nâ€Å"Stole it from a building on Fourth,” Tommy said.\r\nThe deuce nodded, as if they were saying, Of course, we were just wondering, and proceeded to move down the sidewalk.\r\nThey must sense my boss strength and speed, Tommy thought, so they wouldnt dare localisation with me. In fact, the two had confirmed that the snowy boy in the ghost writing was crazy †and what would they do with a quadruplet- coke-pound statue in any event?\r\nTommy figured hed drag the statue to the Embarcadero and toss it off the pier by the Ferry Building. If there was anyone somewhat, hed just stand at the civilise like he was there with his cheerful lover, then shove the statue in when no one was looking. He felt tremendously sophisticated close to the plan. No one would ever think a guy from Indiana was pretending to be gay. That kind of thing just wasnt done. Tommy had cognise a take in once in high school who had gone up to shekels to see the musical Rent and was never heard from again. Tommy reckoned hed been disappeared by the local Kiwanis Club.\r\nWhen he got to the Embarcadero, which ran all along the waterfront, Tommy was tempted to just blare Elijah in the Bay right there and call it a night, but he had a plan, so he dragged the vampire that last two blocks to the promenade at the end of Market Street, where the antique routecars, the production line cars, and the cross-bay ferries all con batond in a heavy(a) paved park and sculpture garden. Here, away from the buildings, the night seemed to fan out up to his vampire senses, take on a new hop out. Tommy stopped for moment, stood Elijah by a fountain, and watched heating system streaming out of some grates by the highroadcar turnaround. Perfect. There was absolutely no one around.\r\n consequently the beeping started. Tommy looked at his watch. sunrise in ten transactions. The night hadnt undefendable up to him, it had been shutting him down. Ten minutes, and the loft was a good cardinal blocks away.\r\nJody was quickstepping along the alleyway that came out in front of their old loft. She still had twenty minutes until sunrise, but she could see the sky demoraliseening, and twenty minutes was cutting it too pie-eyed. Tommy would be freaked. She should have taken the cell phone with her. She shouldnt have left him alone with the new minion.\r\nShed finally found William, passed out in a doorway in China township, with Chet the huge cat sleeping on his chest. Theyd have to remember not to withdraw from William with any money from now on, if he was going to be their food source. Otherwise hed go elsewhere for his alcohol, and that wasnt going to work. He was making his staggering way home on his own. Maybe shed let him take a shower at the old loft †they werent going to get their deposit back anyway.\r\nThere was still a li ght on in the loft. Great, Tommy was home. Shed forgotten to get a aboriginal for the new place. She was about to step out of the alley when she smelled cigar low-down and heard a mans voice. She stopped and peeked around the corner.\r\nThere was a brown hybridisation sedan parked across the highway from their old loft, and in it sat two middle-aged men. Cavuto and Rivera, the homicide detectives that shed made a deal with the night theyd blown up Elijahs yacht. Theyd locomote just in time, but then, maybe not interposee. She couldnt get to the new place either. It was only a half a block away, and shed have to cross in the open. And even then, what if it was locked?\r\nShe jumped four feet straight up when the alarm on her watch went off.\r\nIt was toward the end of their second shift after move to the Safeway that the Animals sobered up. cane was sitting by himself in the wide backseat of the Hummer limo, his head cradled in his hands, hoping desperately that the despair a nd self-loathing he was sprightliness was only the effect of a hangover, preferably of what it really was, which was a big fire enema of reality. The reality was, they had spent more than a half a one thousand thousand dollars on a spunky hooker. He let the hugeness of it roll around in his head, and looked up at the other Animals, who were sitting around the perimeter of the limo, similarly posed, onerous not to make eye match with one another. Theyd had nearly two carriage trucks of crinkle to put up that night, and theyd cognize it was coming because theyd ordered it to make up for the time theyd been away and Clint had let the shelves get low. So theyd sobered up, put their heads down, and thrown stock like the Animals that they were. Now it was getting close to dawn and it was dawning on all of them that they might have severely fucked up.\r\nLash risked a sideways glance at Blue, who was sitting between Barry and troy weight Lee. Shed taken Lashs flatbed on Northpoin t, and made him sleep on the couch at troy Lees, where there were about seven coulomb Chinese family members, including Troys grandmother, who, all(prenominal) time she passed through the room during the day, when Lash was campaigning to sleep, would screech, â€Å"Whats up, my nigra!” and try to get him to wake up and give her a pound or a high five.\r\nLash had been explaining to her that its coarse to refer to an African American as a nigga, unless one was another African-American, when Troy Lee came in and said, â€Å"She only speaks Cantonese.”\r\nâ€Å"She does not. She keeps coming in and saying, ‘Whats up, my nigga? â€Å"\r\nâ€Å"Oh yeah. She does that to me, too. Did you give her a pound?”\r\nâ€Å"No, I didnt give her a pound, motherfucker. She called me a nigga.”\r\nâ€Å"Well, shes not going to quit unless you give her a pound. Its just the way she rolls.”\r\nâ€Å"Thats some bullshit, Troy.”\r\nâ€Å"Its her couc h.”\r\nLash, exhausted and already hungover, gave the thin old woman a pound.\r\n nanna turned to Troy Lee. â€Å"Whats up, my nigga!” She offered and receive a pound from her grandson.\r\nâ€Å"That shit is not the same!” Lash said.\r\nâ€Å" micturate some sleep. We have a big stretch out tonight.”\r\nNow half a meg dollars was gone. His apartment was gone. The limo was costing them a thousand dollars a day. Lash looked out the total darknessout windowpanes at the moving clutter of shadows thrown by the streetlights, then turned to Blue.\r\nâ€Å"Blue,” he said. â€Å"We have to get rid of the limo.”\r\nEveryone looked up, shocked. No one had said anything to her since theyd finished stocking. Theyd brought her coffee and juice, but no one had said anything.\r\nBlue looked at him. â€Å"Get me what I wishing.” Not a glimmer of malice, not even a demand, really, just a statement of fact. â€Å"Okay,” Lash said. indeed to the driver he said, â€Å"Take a right up here. Head back to that building where we went last night.”\r\nLash crawled over the divider into the front passenger seat. He couldnt see shit out the black-market windows. Theyd only gone about three blocks into the SOMA district when he saw mortal running. Running way, way too fast for a jogger. Running †like he was on fire †running.\r\nâ€Å" displume up alongside of that guy.”\r\nThe driver nodded.\r\nâ€Å"Hey, guys, is that flood?”\r\nâ€Å"Yeah, it is,” Barry, the bald one, said.\r\nLash rolled down the window. â€Å"Tommy, you need a ride, man?”\r\nTommy, still running, nodded like a bobble-head on crack.\r\nBarry threw open the back door, and before the limo could even slow down, Tommy leapt in, landing across pull and Gustavos laps.\r\nâ€Å"Man, am I glad you guys came along,” Tommy said. â€Å"In about a minute, Im going to †â€Å"\r\nHe passed out in their laps a s the sun gargleed over the hills of San Francisco.\r\nChapter Fifteen\r\n distressed Clowns\r\nInspector Alphonse Rivera watched the broken clown girl †black-and-white-striped stockings and green sneakers †come out of Jody Strouds apartment and head up the street, then turn and look back at their brown, unnoted sedan.\r\nâ€Å"Were made,” said notch Cavuto, Riveras partner, a robust bear of a man, who longed for the days of Dashiell Hammett, when cops twaddleed rowdy and there were very few problems that couldnt be solved with your fists or a nip from a lead sap.\r\nâ€Å"Were not made. Shes just looking. Two middle-aged guys sitting in the car on the city street †its unusual.”\r\n If Cavuto was a bear, then Rivera was a go through †a sharp-featured, lean Hispanic, with just a touch of gray at the temples. recently hed taken to wearing expensive Italian suits, in raw silk or linen paper when he could find them. His partner was in rumpled M ens Wearhouse. Rivera often wondered if Nick Cavuto might not be the only gay man on the orbiter who had no fashion sense whatsoever.\r\nThe unfit kid with the raccoon eye organic law was making her way across the street toward them.\r\nâ€Å"Roll up your window,” Cavuto said. â€Å"Roll up your window. Pretend like you dont see her.”\r\nâ€Å"Im not going to hide from her,” Rivera said. â€Å"Shes just a kid.”\r\nâ€Å"Exactly. You cant hit her.”\r\nâ€Å"Jesus, Nick. Shes just a offensive kid. Whats wrong with you?”\r\nCavuto had been on edge since theyd pulled up an hour ago. They both had, really, since the guy named Clint, one of the night crew from the Marina Safeway, had left a message on Riveras voice send that Jody Stroud, the red-headered vampire, had not left town as she had promised, and that her boyfriend, Tommy flood out, was now also a vampire. It was a very bad turn of events for the two cops, both of whom had taken a share of the money from the old vampires art collection in return for permit them all go. It had seemed like the only option, really. Neither of the cops privationed to explain how the serial cause of death theyd been chasing had been an ancient vampire, and how hed been tracked down by a bunch of stoners from the Safeway. And when the Animals blew up the vampires yacht †well, the case was solved, and if the vampires had left, it would have all been good. The cops had plan to retire early and open a rare-book store. Rivera thought he might check out to golf.\r\nNow he was feeling it all float away on an evil breeze. A cop for twenty years, without ever so much as reparation a traffic ticket, then the one time you take a coulomb thousand dollars and let a vampire go, the whole world turns on you like youre some kind of bad guy. Rivera was raise a Catholic, but he was outset to believe in karma.\r\nâ€Å" leave out. Pull out,” Cavuto said. â€Å"Go around the bloc k until she goes away.”\r\nâ€Å"Hey,” said the broken clown girl. â€Å"You guys cops?”\r\nCavuto hit the window coffin nailon on his door but the ignition was off, so the window didnt budge. â€Å"Go away, kid. Why arent you in school? Do we need to take you in?”\r\nâ€Å"winter break, brain trust,” said the kid.\r\nRivera couldnt hold the put-on in and he snorted a teensy trying to.\r\nâ€Å"Move along, kid. Go wash that shit off your tone. You look like you fell asleep with a head game Marker in your mouth.”\r\nâ€Å"Yeah,” said the kid, examining a black fingernail, â€Å"well, you look like someone pumped about three hundred pounds of cat barf into a squalid suit and gave it a bad haircut.”\r\nRivera slid down in his seat and turned his face toward the door. He couldnt look at his partner. He was sure that if it was possible for steam to come out of someones ears, that might be disaster to Cavuto, and if he looked, hed lose it.\r\nâ€Å"If you were a guy,” Cavuto said, â€Å"Id have you in handcuffs already, kid.”\r\nâ€Å"Oh God,” Rivera said under his breath.\r\nâ€Å"If I were a guy, Ill bet you would. And Ill bet Id have to send you to the S and M ATM, because the kinky shit is extra.” The kid leaned down so she was eye level with Cavuto, and winked.\r\nThat was it. Rivera started giggling like a little girl †weeping were creeping out the corners of his eyes.\r\nâ€Å"Youre a big fucking help,” Cavuto said. He reached over, flipped the ignition key to â€Å"accessory,” then rolled up his window.\r\nThe kid came over to Riveras side of the car.\r\nâ€Å"So, have you seen Flood?” she asked. â€Å"Cop?” She added «cop» with a high pop on the p, like it was punctuation mark, not a profession.\r\nâ€Å"You just came out of his apartment,” Rivera said, trying to shake off the giggles. â€Å"You declaim me.†\r\nâ€Å"Place is empty. The douche nozzle owes me money,” said the kid.\r\nâ€Å"For what?”\r\nâ€Å"Stuff I did for him.”\r\nâ€Å"Be specific, sweetheart. impertinent my partner, I dont threaten.” It was a threat, of course, but he thought he might have hit pay dirt, the kids eyes undecided wide enough to see light.\r\nâ€Å"I helped him and that redheaded hag load their pierce into a truck.”\r\nRivera looked her up and down. She couldnt have weighed ninety pounds. â€Å"He hired you to help him move?”\r\nâ€Å"Just little crap. Lamps and stuff. They were like, in a hurry. I was walking by, he flagged me down. utter hed give me a hundred bucks.”\r\nâ€Å"But he didnt?”\r\nâ€Å"He gave me eighty. He said it was all he had on him. To come back this morning for the rest.”\r\nâ€Å"Did either of them say where they were going?”\r\nâ€Å"Just that they were going to leave the City this morning, as soon as th ey paid me.”\r\nâ€Å"You notice anything unusual about either of them †Flood or the redhead?”\r\nâ€Å"Just day dwellers, like you. capitalist four-oh-fours.”\r\nâ€Å"Four-oh-Fours?”\r\nâ€Å"Clueless †Pottery Barn fucktards.”\r\nâ€Å"Of course,” Rivera said. He could hear his partner snickering now.\r\nâ€Å"So you havent seen them?” the kid said.\r\nâ€Å"Theyre not coming, kid.”\r\nâ€Å"How do you know that?”\r\nâ€Å"I know that. Youre out twenty dollars. twopenny lesson. Go away and dont come back here, and if either of them contact you, or you see them, call me.”\r\nRivera handed the kid a business card. â€Å"Whats your name?”\r\nâ€Å"My day-slave name?”\r\nâ€Å"Sure, lets try that one.”\r\nâ€Å"Allison. Allison Green. But on the street Im known as Abby Normal.”\r\nâ€Å"On the street?”\r\nâ€Å" fold up, I have street cred.” Then she added,  "Cop!” like the chirp of a car alarm arming.\r\nâ€Å"Good. Take your street cred and run along, Allison.”\r\nShe shuffled off, trying to pivot nearly nonexistent hips as she went.\r\nâ€Å"You think they left the City?” Cavuto asked.\r\nâ€Å"I want to own a bookstore, Nick. I want to sell old books and learn to golf.”\r\nâ€Å"So that would be no?”\r\nâ€Å"Lets go talk to the born-again Safeway guy.”\r\nFour robots and one statue guy worked the Embarcadero by the Ferry Building. Not every day. Some days, when it was slow, there were only two robots and a statue guy, or on wet days, none of them worked, because the silver or favourable makeup they used to color their bark didnt hold up well in the rain, but as a rule, it was four robots and one statue guy. Monet was the statue guy †the ONLY statue guy. Hed staked his territory three years ago, and if some toughie ever showed up, he had to meet Monet on the field of stillness, wher e they would clash in the motion-free dispute of doing absolutely nothing. Monet had always prevailed, but this guy †this new guy †was really good.\r\nThe rivalry had been there when Monet arrived in the late morning, and he hadnt even blinked for two hours. The guys makeup was perfect, too. He looked as if he had really been bronzed, so it was beyond Monet why he would have to get his collections in Big Gulp cups that hed jammed his feet into. Monet carried a small portfolio case, with a hole cut in it where tourists could stuff their bills. He had primed his money hole with a five today, just to show the challenger that he wasnt intimidated, but the fairness was, after two hours, he hadnt made half of what he saw the dispatcher take in, and he was intimidated. And his nestle itched.\r\nHis nose itched and the new statue guy was kicking his ass. usually Monet would change positions every half hour or so, then stand inactive while the tourists taunted him and atte mpt to make him flinch, but with the new competition, he had to stay still as long as it took.\r\nThe robots on the promenade had all assumed poses from which they could watch. They only had to hold still until someone dropped cash into their cup, then they would do the robot dance. It was slow work, but the hours were good and you were outside. It looked like Monet was going down.\r\nSundown.\r\nHe felt like his ass was on fire.\r\nTommy came to to the sound of a ride clip being smacked against his bare butt and the rough bark of a womans voice.\r\nâ€Å" affirm it! verify it! ordain it!”\r\nHe tried to pull away from the pain but couldnt move his arms or legs. He was having trouble focusing his vision †waves of light and heat were rocketing around his brain and all he could really see was a bright red spot with waves of heat coming off of it and a figure moving around the edges. It was like pure(a) into the sun through a red filter. He could feel the heat on his face.\r\nâ€Å"Ouch!” Tommy said. â€Å"Dammit!” He pulled against his bonds and heard a bimetal rattling, but nothing gave.\r\nThe red hot light went away and was replaced by the indistinct form of a female face, a morose face, just inches away from his own. â€Å"Say it,” she whispered harshly, spitting a little on the â€Å"it.”\r\nâ€Å"Say what?”\r\nâ€Å"Say it, vampire!” she said. She whipped the ride crop across his brave out and he howled.\r\nTommy squirmed against his bonds and heard the rattling again. With the place moved away, he could see that he was suspended by very professional-looking nylon restraints to a brass, four-poster bed frame that had been stood on end. He was completely naked and evidently the gloomy woman, who was dressed in a black vinyl bustier, boots, and nothing else, had been whaling on him for some time. He could see welts across his carry and thighs, and well, his ass felt like it was on fire.\r\nS he wound up to smack him again.\r\nâ€Å"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tommy said, trying not to screech. He only realize then that his fangs were extended and hed bitten his own lips.\r\nThe blue woman held up. â€Å"Say it.”\r\nTommy tried to keep his voice calm. â€Å"I know youve been doing this for a while now, but Ive only been put forward for about a minute of it, so I have no idea what you are asking me. If you slow down and repeat the whole question, Ill be happy to tell you whatever I know.”\r\nâ€Å"Your guard countersign,” said the blue woman.\r\nâ€Å"Which is?” Tommy said. He noticed for the first time that she had enormous boobs spilling out of that bustier and it occurred to him that he had never seen big blue boobs before. They were kind of mesmerizing. He wouldnt have been able to look away even if he werent strapped down.\r\nâ€Å"I told you,” she said, letting the riding crop fall to her side.\r\nâ€Å"You told me what a safety word is?”\r\nâ€Å"I just told you what it is.”\r\nâ€Å"So you know it, then?”\r\nâ€Å"Yes,” she said.\r\nâ€Å"Then why are you asking?”\r\nâ€Å"To see if youre at your breaking point.” She seemed to be pouting a little now. â€Å"Dont be a dick, this isnt my specialty.”\r\nâ€Å"Where am I?” Tommy asked. â€Å"Youre Lashs Smurf, arent you? atomic number 18 we at Lashs?”\r\nâ€Å"Im asking the questions here.” She snapped the riding crop against his thigh.\r\nâ€Å"Ouch! Fuck! Stop that. You have issues, lady.”\r\nâ€Å"Say it!”\r\nâ€Å"What is it? I was asleep when you told me, you stupid thrill!” He was wrong, he was able to look away from the blue boobs. He tortuous at her, something coming up from deep inside him that he didnt even take †something that felt wild and on the verge of out of control †like when he first made love with Jody as a vampire, only this felt †well, lethal.\r\nâ€Å"Its cheddar cheese.”\r\nâ€Å"Cheddar? Like the cheese?” He was getting beating because of cheese?\r\nâ€Å"Yes.”\r\nâ€Å"So I said it. Now what?”\r\nâ€Å"Youre broken.”\r\nâ€Å"‘Kay,” Tommy said, straining against the heavy nylon straps, understanding now what he was feeling. He was going to kill her. He didnt know how yet, but he was as current of it as of anything he had ever known. wood pussy was green, water was wet, and this bitch was dead.\r\nâ€Å"So now you have to turn me,” she said.\r\nâ€Å"Turn you?” he said. His fangs ached, like they were going to leap out of his mouth.\r\nâ€Å"Make me like you,” she said.\r\nâ€Å"You want to be orange? Is this another Cheddar thing? Because †â€Å"\r\nâ€Å"Not orange, you nitwit, a vampire!” she said, and she snapped the riding crop across his chest.\r\nHe bit his lips again and felt the blood running down his chin. â€Å"So for that you needed all the hitting?” He said. â€Å"Come over here.”\r\nShe leaned up and kissed him, then pushed away wakeless and came away with his blood on her mouth. â€Å"I guess Im going to have to get used to this,” she said, licking her lips.\r\nâ€Å"Closer,” Tommy said.\r\n'