some people make snuff
porn?” I asked him, not able to get the horrible thought out of my
head.
“Yes, I’ve watched some.”
“ Heller! That’s appalling. How could
you?”
“I didn’t say I enjoyed it, Matilda.”
“ T hen why did you watch it? It’s sickening.”
“I had no choice. It was part of my
training.”
“ Training to be what?”
He didn’t answer me directly. “In some jobs it’s necessary,
even essential, to be able to witness anything without being
affected. It was merely a method of desensitisation. One of many
different methods used.”
“Sometimes I think I’m better off not knowing
anything about you at all.”
“ That’s what I keep trying to tell you.
Look, I really have to go. I have an appointment with a client. You
can berate me further tonight, okay?”
I turned to Bick. “Heller is one scary,
scary dude.”
“ I’m not going to argue with you about
that!” He eyed the closed bedroom door speculatively. “What do you
think they’re doing in there?”
“Sleeping. What else? They just got off a
long-haul flight, remember?”
“Maybe they’re having sex. Really dirty, hot
sex. Do you think they film themselves? Or maybe watch themselves
in the mirror?”
“ Bick!’ I looked at him, aghast. “I think
you should mind your own business. You sound like a desperate old
deviant.”
He exhaled heavily and ran his fingers
through his hair, “Aaargh! I am desperate! I need a girlfriend, Tilly. I haven’t had one
for ages. Do you have any single friends up for some
fun?”
My best friend , Dixie, flashed into my mind immediately. “I do,
but she’s a bit of a man-eater.”
“ She can munch on me to her heart’s
content. Is she cute?”
“ Very.” I showed him one of the pictures of
her from stored on my phone. He grinned and nodded approvingly. But
then a frown puckered his forehead.
“ She looks petite. I might be too big for her.”
I snorted with laughter. “She’s never met
a guy too big for her yet.”
“ Does she like black-haired,
blue- eyed
men?”
“ She likes anything with a
penis.”
“ In that case, I definitely qualify! Give
me her number and tell her I’m going to ring her.”
Instead, I took a quick snap of him with
my phone and sent his photo to Dixie with the message, he’s gorgeous &
he’s desperate to get laid!! , giving her his number. Five seconds later Bick’s phone
rang. He raised his eyebrows and answered cautiously. I could tell
from the smile on his face that it was Dixie. Flattered at her
interest, he was soon laughing and flirting outrageously with her.
I leaned back on the sofa, feeling proud. I had just introduced a
horny man to a horny woman, hopefully stopping them from sexually
harassing the rest of the populace for a while. There ought to be some kind of
award for that type of public service , I thought to myself.
Bick hung up eventually, having organised
a date with Dixie for that night. A huge grin spread across his
face that stayed there for the rest of the day. He wanted to see
more photos of her, so we sat on the lounge together, flicking
through the photos on my phone until Busty and Roger came out of
their bedroom, rubbing their bleary eyes. Remembering how awful jet
lag could be, I suggested we go for a stroll to give them the
opportunity to stretch their legs and catch some sun. They dressed
casually in jeans and t-shirts, as inconspicuous as they could be
considering their glamorous appearances.
“ How did you choose your professional
names?” I asked them as we sauntered through the city’s extensive botanical gardens,
enjoying the afternoon sunshine.
“Roger Harder is my real name,” said Roger,
smiling. “I was born with it.”
“Really?” I asked in disbelief. “You must
have copped it at school!”
“Sure did.”
“ And o bviously, Busty isn’t my real name, but Biggen is. I’m Barb
Biggen to my family and friends.”
“ Maybe you were attracted to the adult
entertainment
porn?” I asked him, not able to get the horrible thought out of my
head.
“Yes, I’ve watched some.”
“ Heller! That’s appalling. How could
you?”
“I didn’t say I enjoyed it, Matilda.”
“ T hen why did you watch it? It’s sickening.”
“I had no choice. It was part of my
training.”
“ Training to be what?”
He didn’t answer me directly. “In some jobs it’s necessary,
even essential, to be able to witness anything without being
affected. It was merely a method of desensitisation. One of many
different methods used.”
“Sometimes I think I’m better off not knowing
anything about you at all.”
“ That’s what I keep trying to tell you.
Look, I really have to go. I have an appointment with a client. You
can berate me further tonight, okay?”
I turned to Bick. “Heller is one scary,
scary dude.”
“ I’m not going to argue with you about
that!” He eyed the closed bedroom door speculatively. “What do you
think they’re doing in there?”
“Sleeping. What else? They just got off a
long-haul flight, remember?”
“Maybe they’re having sex. Really dirty, hot
sex. Do you think they film themselves? Or maybe watch themselves
in the mirror?”
“ Bick!’ I looked at him, aghast. “I think
you should mind your own business. You sound like a desperate old
deviant.”
He exhaled heavily and ran his fingers
through his hair, “Aaargh! I am desperate! I need a girlfriend, Tilly. I haven’t had one
for ages. Do you have any single friends up for some
fun?”
My best friend , Dixie, flashed into my mind immediately. “I do,
but she’s a bit of a man-eater.”
“ She can munch on me to her heart’s
content. Is she cute?”
“ Very.” I showed him one of the pictures of
her from stored on my phone. He grinned and nodded approvingly. But
then a frown puckered his forehead.
“ She looks petite. I might be too big for her.”
I snorted with laughter. “She’s never met
a guy too big for her yet.”
“ Does she like black-haired,
blue- eyed
men?”
“ She likes anything with a
penis.”
“ In that case, I definitely qualify! Give
me her number and tell her I’m going to ring her.”
Instead, I took a quick snap of him with
my phone and sent his photo to Dixie with the message, he’s gorgeous &
he’s desperate to get laid!! , giving her his number. Five seconds later Bick’s phone
rang. He raised his eyebrows and answered cautiously. I could tell
from the smile on his face that it was Dixie. Flattered at her
interest, he was soon laughing and flirting outrageously with her.
I leaned back on the sofa, feeling proud. I had just introduced a
horny man to a horny woman, hopefully stopping them from sexually
harassing the rest of the populace for a while. There ought to be some kind of
award for that type of public service , I thought to myself.
Bick hung up eventually, having organised
a date with Dixie for that night. A huge grin spread across his
face that stayed there for the rest of the day. He wanted to see
more photos of her, so we sat on the lounge together, flicking
through the photos on my phone until Busty and Roger came out of
their bedroom, rubbing their bleary eyes. Remembering how awful jet
lag could be, I suggested we go for a stroll to give them the
opportunity to stretch their legs and catch some sun. They dressed
casually in jeans and t-shirts, as inconspicuous as they could be
considering their glamorous appearances.
“ How did you choose your professional
names?” I asked them as we sauntered through the city’s extensive botanical gardens,
enjoying the afternoon sunshine.
“Roger Harder is my real name,” said Roger,
smiling. “I was born with it.”
“Really?” I asked in disbelief. “You must
have copped it at school!”
“Sure did.”
“ And o bviously, Busty isn’t my real name, but Biggen is. I’m Barb
Biggen to my family and friends.”
“ Maybe you were attracted to the adult
entertainment
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