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Walters swigged beer. “Hey. I just thought of something. A company motto for your uncle’s business. Okay, you
ready? ‘We don’t just talk trash. We
haul
trash.’ What do you think?”
“It’s good. But one of our competitors in the District uses a phrase damn near like it already. Even has it painted on the
side of his pickup.”
“Maybe that’s why I thought it up. Maybe I’ve seen his truck and I didn’t remember. Like one of those subconscious things.”
“You don’t get into the city enough to have seen it.”
“The city? You can have it. I come downtown once a week for the meeting, and believe me, that’s enough. When I retire from
the U.S. Postal Service, which is gonna be damn soon, I’m gonna move down to my property in St. Mary’s County and never look
back.”
“What you got, some kind of
Gone with the Wind
thing goin’ on down there?”
“What I got
temporarily
is a pop-up trailer-tent with a Jiffy John beside it. Five acres of woods and a little clearing by a deep creek. You oughtta
come down.”
“I love you like a brother, Bernie. To tell you the truth, though, it doesn’t sound like my thing.”
Walters stabbed his cigarette into the ashtray and patted his breast pocket, where he kept his pack.
Wilson dropped money on the table. “Hey, Bern. Dimitri and Stephanie left together again tonight. You notice that?”
“She doesn’t drive. He gives her a lift home. So what?”
“Dimitri lives down below Malcolm X Park, and she lives uptown, on Connecticut.
You
live out in the suburbs. If it’s just a question of a ride, make more sense for you to drop her off on your way.”
“She didn’t ask me. And besides, the two of them being Greeks and all that, they probably have a lot to talk about.”
“And Karras is a booty monger from way back.”
“Cut it out.”
“I’m tellin’ you, man, ’cause I know. One can spot another from a mile away.”
“You’re major league in that department, huh? So why is it that I never see you with a woman, Thomas?”
“Shoot, none of the fräuleins in this joint are to my taste, that’s all. What you gotta do, you gotta come up around
my
way if you want to see me operate. ’Cause you know I like to play in the nappy dugout.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Forget it.”
“Yeah, forget it. And forget about Dimitri and Stephanie, too. Everybody’s got to grieve in their own way. You’ve got your
own private way, whatever that is. Stephanie gets by on her positive attitude. I tend to lean on the good Lord. And Dimitri
—”
“Likes pussy. Matter of fact, I got ten dollars right here says that Dimitri is hittin’ it right now.”
“Leave it alone, Thomas.”
“I’m just makin’ conversation.”
“Yeah, okay.” Walters drained his beer. “You ready?”
“Sure, Bernie. Let’s go.”
“So,” said Karras. “Would you like to be undressed from in front or behind tonight?”
Stephanie smiled. “Oh, I don’t know… in front, I guess.”
Moonlight and streetlight illuminated her deep brown eyes in the darkened room. Karras unbuttoned her blouse. He peeled it
off her shoulders, and she slipped her arms free. He unfastened her bra and dropped it to the floor.
Karras cupped her heavy breasts, leaned in and licked a mole centered between them. His tongue flicked at her right nipple.
She stroked his gray hair, and he came up and kissed her deeply on the mouth.
They moved to the bed and undressed completely. Then they were naked atop the sheets. Karras put a pillow beneath her. She
was ready for him, quick of pulse and wet. Her smell was strong in the room.
“
Ella,
Thimitri.”
“Not yet.”
“No, now.”
“So you’re giving the orders around here, eh?”
“C’mon.”
He penetrated her, pulled out, rubbed the head of his cock along the inside of her muscled thigh.
“Quit playin’ around.” She reached down. “Whaddya, need a map or something?”
“Careful, you’ll tear it
ready? ‘We don’t just talk trash. We
haul
trash.’ What do you think?”
“It’s good. But one of our competitors in the District uses a phrase damn near like it already. Even has it painted on the
side of his pickup.”
“Maybe that’s why I thought it up. Maybe I’ve seen his truck and I didn’t remember. Like one of those subconscious things.”
“You don’t get into the city enough to have seen it.”
“The city? You can have it. I come downtown once a week for the meeting, and believe me, that’s enough. When I retire from
the U.S. Postal Service, which is gonna be damn soon, I’m gonna move down to my property in St. Mary’s County and never look
back.”
“What you got, some kind of
Gone with the Wind
thing goin’ on down there?”
“What I got
temporarily
is a pop-up trailer-tent with a Jiffy John beside it. Five acres of woods and a little clearing by a deep creek. You oughtta
come down.”
“I love you like a brother, Bernie. To tell you the truth, though, it doesn’t sound like my thing.”
Walters stabbed his cigarette into the ashtray and patted his breast pocket, where he kept his pack.
Wilson dropped money on the table. “Hey, Bern. Dimitri and Stephanie left together again tonight. You notice that?”
“She doesn’t drive. He gives her a lift home. So what?”
“Dimitri lives down below Malcolm X Park, and she lives uptown, on Connecticut.
You
live out in the suburbs. If it’s just a question of a ride, make more sense for you to drop her off on your way.”
“She didn’t ask me. And besides, the two of them being Greeks and all that, they probably have a lot to talk about.”
“And Karras is a booty monger from way back.”
“Cut it out.”
“I’m tellin’ you, man, ’cause I know. One can spot another from a mile away.”
“You’re major league in that department, huh? So why is it that I never see you with a woman, Thomas?”
“Shoot, none of the fräuleins in this joint are to my taste, that’s all. What you gotta do, you gotta come up around
my
way if you want to see me operate. ’Cause you know I like to play in the nappy dugout.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Forget it.”
“Yeah, forget it. And forget about Dimitri and Stephanie, too. Everybody’s got to grieve in their own way. You’ve got your
own private way, whatever that is. Stephanie gets by on her positive attitude. I tend to lean on the good Lord. And Dimitri
—”
“Likes pussy. Matter of fact, I got ten dollars right here says that Dimitri is hittin’ it right now.”
“Leave it alone, Thomas.”
“I’m just makin’ conversation.”
“Yeah, okay.” Walters drained his beer. “You ready?”
“Sure, Bernie. Let’s go.”
“So,” said Karras. “Would you like to be undressed from in front or behind tonight?”
Stephanie smiled. “Oh, I don’t know… in front, I guess.”
Moonlight and streetlight illuminated her deep brown eyes in the darkened room. Karras unbuttoned her blouse. He peeled it
off her shoulders, and she slipped her arms free. He unfastened her bra and dropped it to the floor.
Karras cupped her heavy breasts, leaned in and licked a mole centered between them. His tongue flicked at her right nipple.
She stroked his gray hair, and he came up and kissed her deeply on the mouth.
They moved to the bed and undressed completely. Then they were naked atop the sheets. Karras put a pillow beneath her. She
was ready for him, quick of pulse and wet. Her smell was strong in the room.
“
Ella,
Thimitri.”
“Not yet.”
“No, now.”
“So you’re giving the orders around here, eh?”
“C’mon.”
He penetrated her, pulled out, rubbed the head of his cock along the inside of her muscled thigh.
“Quit playin’ around.” She reached down. “Whaddya, need a map or something?”
“Careful, you’ll tear it
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