Around five Bekka and I each ate another hit of the Ecstasy. I'd stupidly left my vial of speed in the motel room, and we didn't feel like walking back to get it. Well, the "MA" in MDMA is short for MethAmphetamine, so we were simply changing up from our usual method of ingestion. Maybe for the party/dance happening after we closed, we'd find someplace semi-private to crush up a pill and snort it up. We knew it worked.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Abductors (Part 6)
Those waiting for us included Angel, Bud, Bekka, the pizza delivery kid, and six cops. More cops were inside. I was Mister Popularity. Several Hustler big-wigs also stood around, wondering how their weekend had gone to hell in such a dramatic manner. News vans were in the driveway, camera crews and talking heads trying to decide whether the drama was over for the time being. Chaos and kidnapping at a porn convention, such a juicy lead-off story. I stopped at the curb and powered down, letting Lois get off the bike before I dropped the kickstand.
Abductors (Part 7)
I had a degree of fame at the party. Not only was I "the guy who made 'Bewitched' at twenty-two," I was also "Becky Page's husband" and "the dude who went and rescued Lois Ayres." I firmly stuck with my police version of the whole story, dismissing the idea that there was any heroism involved. Whatever, I'd still shot one of the abductors in the middle of the convention. That gave me a lot of caché as a tough guy around there.
Abductors (Part 8)
I stood in line at the Hustler booth. All those around me were waiting to get Lois Ayres' autograph, and briefly tell her how much they loved her. I didn't have anything to sign, and I didn't love Lois. A teenage crush, maybe, but I was no longer a teenager. I just wanted to see how she was doing. She'd had an eventful night, and that was partially my fault. I just hoped she was okay.
Abductors (Part 9)
"I guess they know
I'm not no company man
But I can pull on a rope
I can kill a cow
As well as any other fucker can."
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