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Tina does her business in the disabled toilet, she’s got no desire to share facilities with students of law and middle-aged magazine columnists, Tina knows what she is, another pixie in the pocket of some oil tycoon and a subject of spite for women with lesser genetic gifts.
Sydney enters whilst she’s washing her hands. She smiles apologetically, like a child caught in the cupboard before tea time.
"And what exactly qualifies you to be in here?" he asks.
"I don’t know. Thought you guys got your very own quarters and all that."
"We normally do, let’s just say I don’t envy the local plumbing this week." She laughs.
"How about you? What qualifies you to be in here?"
"Well, for one thing I’m not using the John, just came in for a smoke. Care to join me?"
"I’ll stay and chat for five minutes, sure, but I don’t smoke."
"Wise policy, my grandkids are always bugging me to stop but I figure at this point, what good would it do?"
"Oh don’t say that! Sixty’s the new fifty."
"Seventy."
"What? Really?" he nods. "You look awesome for seventy."
"Flattery will get you nowhere young lady."
"Oh darn, my best laid plans…" They exchange a chuckle and Sydney lights up.
"Let me know if this bothers you." He says.
"I will. So, how am I doing?"
"You’ll be okay."
"On no."
"What?"
"You’ll be okay, that’s what doctors say to patients scheduled for surgery. Yeah, you’ll have no limbs but you’ll be okay."
"You’ll have that then some, one big cheque."
"But my baby girl and the business."
"Yeah, those I can’t promise."
"The hotel’s replaceable but I’d give anything, do anything to keep Rachael."
"Anything?"
"Of course, you’re a parent, you know how it is."
"Sorry, I keep forgetting you’re a mom, you’re so young and fresh faced."
"Flattery will get you nowhere old timer." She laughs but he just takes a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette.
"May I ask you a personal question?" says Sydney.
"Ask away." She responds, chipper.
"Young woman like you could have any man she wants, why him? He’s no Hercules, doesn’t seem the enlightened sort so…what the deal?"
"What can I say; he’s got the green stuff and plenty off it. Most women hate women like myself but excuse me for living in reality. Girl’s got to eat right?"
"Suppose so." He smiles kindly, drops the cigarette stub and crushes it into the tile with the toe of his shoe. He then unzips and whips out his pruned yet ample junk, it’s freckled purple and the pubic hair is like a bush of metallic fibres or a tangle of silver wiring. Tina goes for the door.
"What?" he asks quite calmly, "You said you’d do anything to keep your daughter, well, I have to power to ensure she remains in your custody. There’s no reason to be ashamed, any good mother would accept my offer." Her hand remains on the handle for a moment before she turns, steps in front of him and gets down on her knees.
"Suckle my balls a little first would you, gets me hard as oak."
She obeys, smooches his scrotum long and lovingly until she has to hold his cock up against his stomach. Then his dickhead’s plumbing her throat, drops of viscid semen and saliva bubble there, her tongue massages the swollen veins of his shaft.
"Jesus Christ!" he says through gritted teeth.
"Jesus…Christ…" he grabs her mane so hard she screams and tries to jerk away but he holds her there, keeps her breathing through her nose whilst he pumps those last few drops out.
After the divorce, Dan McGovern vanishes from their lives and Washington State, into a world of liquor, black market medicines and petty crime…finds solace in the embrace of nocturnal creatures right up until 2027 when he puts a shotgun in his mouth.
Tina McGovern gets full custody of Rachael and majority shares of Mirus Tabernus. Irony is, Tina was the only one of them with any rights to Rachael in the first place, would have realized it if she’d of take one look at Debra’s daughters, Joanne and Enid.
These here are two ugly sisters.
The most homophobic of men would pause for thought if pressed to choose between either of these gals and some random Joe.
Y’know that footballer/soccer player Wayne Rooney? Envision him only a foot taller with a blonde wig and a little rouge. Got it? That there’s Joanne Benz.
Y’know Steve Coogan? Look him up if not. Envision him one year into his new diet of fast food and cigarettes. Imagine he’s just had a stroke. Got it? That there’s Enid Benz.
Ninety-nine point nine-nine percent of their facial expressions are horse shit, fa?e that visibly trembles beneath the weight of narcissism and self-loathing.
Tina leaves most of the managerial responsibilities to Debra, sets her back to square one and turns premature resentment to blood-curdling odium. There’s a period of two months when Deb is especially good to Tina, both as a friend and an employee. You’ve seen this dynamic right? The beautiful girl with the ugly friend, girls need to feel good about themselves, they also crave popularity which makes this a perfect situation. After those first two months, they start hanging out, the occasional glass of wine at one of their apartments, shopping, brunch etcetera.
One Saturday morning, Tina George wakes with her wrists and ankles tied to the four bed posts. Most Friday nights she brings a man home for various recreational activities but this week the babysitter’s been sick and Rachael’s leeched the party spirit right out of her. She’s gagged by a black ball strapped into her mouth; the ball doesn’t bother her as much as the strap which is so tight she fears her skull could fracture. She’s naked. She looks down at her violet feet; the rough blue ropes have stopped blood circulation. She starts to cry. If this were a weekday she could more easily comfort herself, I’m never ever late for work, somebody has to call here and when I don’t answer and can’t be reached any other way they’ll have to call the cops. Policemen will be here any minute now.
Debra Benz walks in out of the bedroom wearing an executive business suit and Tina’s eyes bulge in their sockets with horror. Debra’s smiling for real, so wide and serpentine she could be the subject of a terror flick, a freak whose eyes sparkle with sadistic thought. Tina’s met some warped characters in her short lifetime but this is the first time she’s ever felt like the witness to something…subhuman. Debra also wearing plastic gloves, the kind the butcher uses when he’s handling the meat.
"It’s been a rough ride for me. I was always at the nadir of the food chain but I clung on to life, knew that someday something good would come along and it has. I’m now the owner of America’s top hotel. Old friends and family didn’t believe I could me more than a waitress or at best a receptionist, wait ‘til they hear about this. Would have been here a good few months ago if it weren’t for you. I’ve worked my palms to the bone everyday since I was eight but you’ve never done a day’s work in your whole life and which one of us owns a multimillion dollar business? It’s wrong. Ain’t no such thing as karma in this world. Want right, you’ve got to make right. So, Miss Tina George, thank you for taking Daniel out of the picture. Goodnight."
Debra straddles Tina, wraps her fingers around her throat and squeezes and tight as she can, squeezes until the face is blue, the eyes bloodshot and the pitiful struggle’s made static.
Rachael starts crying.
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