"Juicy piece" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brown Heather)

CHAPTER SIX

When I woke up naked on the floor, wallowing in a sticky pool of my own pussy-juice, Melanie was gone. I got up and hurriedly covered myself and looked frantically around the apartment for her.

But she was definitely gone. And the more I looked around the more I discovered that Melanie wasn't all that was gone. My wallet, my Sony portable color TV, my clock radio, my tape deck, my microwave oven, and my Crockpot were all missing, and my medicine cabinet was cleaned out.

Slowly it dawned on me. Melanie had ripped me off! I started to say out loud, "The little bitch," but was quickly seized by regret and a longing to have her back immediately, under any circumstances.

I started for the phone to call the agency to tell them that Melanie was gone, but on the way I stopped short as something occurred to me in a blinding, sobering flash. I was acting like one of the people who wrote to Madame Fellatio. Like the one who'd gotten mixed up with the lesbian named Margo and then had been taken advantage of by her. Yes, I could clearly remember the plaintive words of her desperate letter: "Logically, I should have been happy to get rid of such a leech, but all I could feel was a dead sensation in my breasts, and a throbbing in my cunt as she walked out…"

Yes, there was no doubt about it, I was acting just like that over Melanie. It depressed me for a moment, but then I suddenly realized my actions must have been inspired, a calculated ploy by God to force me to have the same experiences as my correspondents so I could have genuine empathy and really reach them!

Immediately I knew why God had put me through this experience and what my mission was. Instead of just writing an answer, I would reply in person to the most wretched letter I could find. I would bring Christ personally to the poorest soul I could find. My heart sang as I dashed in to take a quick bath before I put on my clothes and raced to the office to find the letter.

I didn't even notice what time of day it was as the cab sped me towards the office. The sky was gray and murky, but I assumed that was because it was about to rain as I ignored what was going on outside and concentrated on the good I was going to do once I found the letter I was looking for.

The cab dropped me off in front of the building and for the first time I noticed that there was nobody on the street. I walked to the entrance of the building and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge. I turned around in frustration and noticed the sky again. Now I realized that it wasn't going to rain at all, it was just very early morning. I decided not to let it bother me, figuring that the solitude would give me a better chance to discover the one letter I was looking for. The only problem was how to get into the building.

I remembered an emergency exit in the back. Shark had fixed it up without telling the landlord so it would open from the outside and he could get in and out of the building whenever somebody came around to serve him with a summons in an obscenity or a libel case. I went around to it and let myself in, trying to focus my eyes in the darkness after I closed the door behind me. I was disoriented at first, but by the time I was in the lobby I knew where I was and headed towards the elevator. As I fumbled for the up-button, I suddenly felt as thought I was sure I'd heard something. Not anything loud, just a soft padding.

"Probably rats," I distastefully concluded aloud. "And probably all from Shark's office since he never has them cleaned."