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CHAPTER 12
Mark quickly got the black Mercury to the Thunderbird and parked in front of the office. He walked in and said; “Thanks a lot,” to a solitary Russ, who was occupied with an open copy of
“Screw Magazine.”
“No problem. I think you’re in luck. She looks hot tonight.”
“Candy?”
“The young girl. I don't know her name. Come on; get up there before they leave.”
Mark climbed the metal stairs and crawled into the dirty duct. Through the grating, he was able to see very well into the room as every possible artificial light was on. Callie was sitting at the head of the bed with his eyes down on the long haired girl. Mark took out his camera and took six shots. He considered leaving, wanting to get back to Allison, but thought that freak mama might have wanted photos of “penetration” to other areas and so he waited and watched. His patience paid off and he snapped more shots of the world voyage. Callie settled in Calcutta and Mark got some more good shots and then heard Callie call out “Oooh”. A few seconds later, Mark got a few more shots of that and worked his way out of the duct.
He descended the stairs and again entered the office from the rear. Russ looked up and Mark said; “Thanks a lot. I owe you one.”
Russ said; “Get something good?”
“Pretty ordinary...... but good enough.”
They both laughed and Mark drove back to his apartment. He found Allison still standing in the kitchen, looking at his photos. She had a strange look on her face that Mark interpreted as potentially troublesome. He attempted a joke, saying; “You like my artwork?”
She looked at him and said; “Do you keep copies for yourself?”
Mark sensed danger, but decided to be honest and said;
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I keep a copy at my office, just in case the client loses theirs.”
She rubbed her forehead and looked down at the pictures.
“Do you get hot over them?”
Mark hesitated a second, but said; “Yeah, sometimes.”
She looked at him and said; “Do you.... you know.....?”
He had come this far in the conversation, so there was no sense in backing off now and he said; “Sometimes, do you?”
Alison surprisingly laughed and said; “Yeah.....
sometimes.” Mark picked up the photos, carried them in one hand, taking Allison in the other to the couch. She sat down,
took the photos out of his hand and looked at them. Mark got very comfortable.
Callie left Shari at the corner and she bounced down the street, hoping her young male friends were still around. When she caught up to them it was obvious that they were very interested in her.
She said; “Isn’t there someplace better we can go?”
One boy said; “We can use my house. My folks are away. My stupid little brother is the only one there.”
Shari said; “Sounds excellent. Has your brother reached puberty yet?”
“Yeah, he’s thirteen.”
“Great.”
Shari put her hands on two exposed old glories and said; “I am so hot and humid. That old guy I was with wasn’t enough to knock me out.”
The boys put their arms all around and over Shari and led her to the house. They played all sorts of games, the boys much better at it than the old man. After she and the guys finished the ninth inning, she put on her few items of apparel and went home, tired and perspiring.
Candy spent the night in her room, sulking, crying and feeling as hurt as hurt can be. Her mood switched back and forth from suicidal sorrow to murderous anger.