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We drivesilentlyfor a few more minutes on the freeway. Then Hulk exits and turns onto a back road. There are no cars left between us. The area looks residential, but the houses are placed far apart from each other.
Lori finally eases off the gas pedal and whistles while looking around. “This is where I’d like to live…if I was a serial killer.” He frowns thoughtfully. “It’s secluded enough so nobody can hear the screams, and there’re a lot of spots you can choose from.” Lori is quite passionate about murder and drama—that’s all he watches on TV. Knowing that, his creepy comments make more sense.
“To do what?”
“Bury the bodies.” Still, his line of macabre thoughts should be appalling, but he isn’t wrong. This is usually the kind of place where the police find human remains.
“We should take Micro Dick here for a stroll.” Lori smiles evilly at me. He hates Dick. He knows everything that fucker has been forcing Sully and me to do. Growing up, we went to Lori’s apartment whenever we could. His grandmother always welcomed us with a cup of tea and homemade butter biscuits. But Dick never let us be for long. And I didn’t want to get Lori or his grandma into trouble, so Sully and I had to go back to him.
Occasionally, Lori offers to help me take him out. And lately, the temptation to accept those offers is getting hard to resist. I should feel horrified by my own thoughts, but I know very well what Dick is capable of. The world will be a better place without him. Although, I don’t like the idea of taking a life—even though I’ve done other things I’m repulsed by—I’m afraid sooner or later, he’ll force my hand. The only thing that has been holding me back is Sully. Because if I go to prison for murder, he’ll end up in foster care, and I don’t want my little brother to become a character in one of those spine-chilling stories on the news.
When Hulk’s pickup slows down and turns onto a small road, I tell Lori to halt the car. I can see a small house at the end of the road. It looks like a picturesque painting, lovely surrounded by shiny white snow. Very far from the serial killer’s image.
Is this his home? It looks so ordinary, while he is…otherworldly. And if it is in fact his house, why did he come all the way to Greater Grand Crossing to go to a hardware store?
Radiohead’s “Creep” starts playing just as Hulk gets out of the car.Shit, I love this song!He grabs the shopping bags from the car and stops. He turns his head and stares right in my direction. I know he’s too far away to see me clearly, but I feel those intense black eyes drilling a hole in my head. So, I irrationality and very dumbly duck down.
“What the bloody hell are you doing now?” Lori is studying me with one brow up.
“He’s looking at us. He could recognize me.”
“I can barely see him from here.” Lori leans over me, focusing his narrowed eyes out the window.
“Fuck!” This position is so fucking uncomfortable, I can’t breathe, bent almost in half with my best friend on top of me. “This is ridiculous.” I push him off me and straighten up, noticing that Hulk has disappeared inside the house.
“It was ridiculous ten minutes ago when we started tailing him, now it’s just plain pitiful,Fatal Attractionfive-alarm clinger cruising for a restraining order pitiful.”
“Fuck off.” He just doesn’t get it, he’s never had a crush on someone. We’ve done crazy shit for guys in the past, but more on the revenge side—slashing tires, throwing spoiled eggs and tomatoes from a moving car, writing their names and phone numbers next to a list of sexual services on public bathroom stalls. This is in a whole other ballpark.
Just thinking about his big body and dark eyes, and those long scars on his back…I hate them and find them sexy at the same time. They tell me the tale of a very strong, persistent man. A survivor. A kindred spirit. I want to lick every one of them. Every cut and imperfection on his body. I want to feel the uneven skin under my fingers while he slams those ten inches roughly inside of me.
Fuck, my light crush might have turned into a full crush. And I need him to fuck it out of me. His dick has to be the cure.
“I have to go back to work. My lunch break ends in fifteen.” Lori’s words jerk me out of my head. He works in a paralegal office. “Unless you want to go all Batman on him and wander over to the other side where invasion of privacy lies.”
“Christ! No. Let’s just go,” I huff. My head and body are in a turmoil.
“Right-o.” The way he talks is so fucking ridiculous sometimes, I cannot stop a snort from escaping.
He turns on the engine and tries to make a U-turn but has to back up three times, bumping lightly against the trunk of a tree every single time before succeeding.
When we are back on the freeway, Lori sighs. “If I’m being truly honest here, I completely understand yournon-obsession with King Kong Jr… I mean…whooo.” He fans his face with his hand. “Now, don’t think I forgot. I want to know everything.”
“About?” I feign ignorance, but he sees right through me and pinches my arm in retaliation.
“Ouch! What I just did was crazy. Certifiably crazy! Shouldn’t we talk about that?”
“What a load of rubbish!Wedid it. I was a willing and inciting participant in the certifiable action. And this is far from the first moronic thing we’ve done.”Yeah, but it feels different somehow.
“And, we always kiss and tell about our hookups. Especially spectacular ones.” He’s right again.
“How do you know it was spectacular?”
“If the stalking shoe fits.” He smirks at me.
“I hate you,” I whine. He replies with a series of noisy air kisses.
“Now out with it, you tosser!”
