Cyber Kittens and Cowboys Ipam (reading a book txt) 📖

bitch? Right,Dewy?” He strokes, lightly Dewy’s head.

“Woof!”

“You were right under my hairy nostrils.Don’t know! Pamela pieced the puzzle together for me, followed herclues and came up…up with your name, bitch.” He sips, nosily beer.“Man, my lady’s smart, too smarty. Stockton commented elegantlyabout you, honey.” Preston chuckles, lightly. “But…now…I know! Iknow all them answers except you didn’t work alone ‘cause you’retoo dumb, bitch. Someone helped you, Geneva. I want to know who hadThurston killed.” He sighs, breathes, ponders, deeply.

He closes laptop, gently, sets it aside thenjerks slips of papers from jacket, examines male proper names,pulls cell, dialing first number waiting for reply.

“This jackhole?” Preston blasts, nasty indeep baritone trombone.

Pause.

“Yeah, shitty asshole of a stinky jackass whogave your fucking telephone number for my girl to contact you for agawd damn date.”

Pause.

“The doll’s taken. If you fuckingly thinkabout contacting my girl….ever, I’m going to blast my bulletstraight down your ass using your tonsils as bull’s eye. Do you getmy barrel, dumb shit?”

Pause.

“Have a nice evening!” Preston talks, surlythen punches END, dials new telephone number on second slip ofpaper, repeats threat, deadly.

Ring! Ring! He answers, rapidly hoping one ofhis newly acquired enemies wants a second round of verbal abuse‘cause the idiot’s getting a mouth full, maybe…a nightly visit.“Yeah.”

Pause.

Preston poses, tenderly. “Ya sound drunk,Geneva? Are ya drinking beer, or wine? A little hint, beer’s betterfor the gut, less disgusting toxins to pitch back into the toilet.Got good experience with that one.” Preston laughs, hardy.

Pause.

Preston addresses, curtly. “I’m going to barfup that nice meal from Antoine’s, Geneva. What’da ya want, bitch?”

Pause.

Preston leans, forwardly, angry in baritone,lovingly. “Listen to me, very closely, Geneva. You…and I will neverever hook up…mentally, financially, psychologically, sexually…”

Pause.

“I don’t have fears or secrets, bitch.”

Pause.

“Since…Pamela’s missing, currently, I don’tthink you can ask her that direct personal sexual harassingquestion, can ya bitch?”

Pause.

“Hear this one…clearly Geneva. I will…findPamela then you won’t have fears. Ya’ll be fighting nightmares,mama…inside Burnside Prison with the rest of them fuckinglesbians….” Cell phone connection dies, quickly. “Fucking bitch.”Preston eye burns cell.

“Woof!”

Time: 10:59 pm. Motel room.

“Preston.” Pamela shouts, loudly, jerksuprightly on hard mattress. She has dreamed of Preston rescuing herfrom the evil boogie woman, then snorts, lightly.

Dreams represent current pathetic problems inreal life. Geneva is her boogie woman, that ain’t no modern dance,either.

Eyeballs trace, automatically to doorway withsecured chair tucked nicely under door knob for make-shift homeysemi-protection. Good!

Then, Pamela stares, studiously at mirroropposite cheap low bed seeing the rainbow colors reflecting likeclown art on her face. She has been experimenting with the cartoonmakeup looking semi-normal for her secret invasion of BrookdaleHospital onto one of many nursing floors accessing any terminalhooked into hospital mainframe.

She grabs, quickly stolen library opened tolocal maps of Birmingham. She studies, intensively map then closes,quickly eyelids. She’s tired of studying and reading about caves,caving, spelunking falling asleep after eating three bags of chips& two peanut cracker packs requiring three Cokes choking drysalty entrees down her esophagus.

She wishes beyond wish she had access tocomputer making her journey easier and faster since her degrees incomputers and her works in computers and her mind thinks incomputers. She has done pretty good with her limited resources andlimited time.

She glances at side clock: 11:03 pm,stumbles, swiftly off bed & tears clean sheets from body thenshouts, loudly. “Hospital, dummy…the hospital.” Pamela can bethere…now…snooping and searching medical records of Ashley Slantonnot laying around here snoozing. “Hospital runs 24/7.”

She eye burns her new disguise of three navyblue various sized sweat suits under extra, extra large baby bluescrubs walking and trotting around the motel room for practice inbulky and heavy clothes. She feels fatter and heavy and doesn’twant people to stare at her new awkward self. She sets A/C on NorthPole cold to keep from dying of heat suffocation in little stuffymotel room.

She waddles, weirdly to mirror & tugsclothes neatly around neck, arms, waist and thighs from light nap.She reapplies more makeup around blue eyelids, rosy cheekbone andbright red lips. Her nails are painted bright yellow and cut veryshort like nurses working around sick patients.

She replaces, carefully yellow short bangsover her naturally black ones and long and short purple strands offake hair intertwines into her black braid to disguise her blackcurly waist length hair. It looks funky but hopefully effective toslide by hospital personnel.

She back pedals, slowly from mirror & eyeburns image top to bottom. She doesn’t recognize herself unless shestands in bright sunlight. Good!

She grabs stolen book then stuffs into newsmaller backpack containing cash, new panties & personal smallitems then flips, slowly over shoulder blades. She has perfectedthis new disguise for upcoming-future-almost-happening interviewwith Ashley Slanton when she finds Ashley from medical records atBrookdale Hospital posing as fake nurse.

She floats, cautiously outside motel railingfor dangerous folks & crosses, quickly empty street to payphone at convenience store for taxi cab in heated night air of80*F.

Time: 11:33 pm. Brookdale Hospital.

Pamela marches, steady around edges ofemergency room where most employees, patients and families gatherfor nightly unpredictable events. She enters, nervously throughdoor & lopes, casually into lobby with bright lights andinformation desk staff.

She sees, beautifully Gift Shop &redirects, slowly footfalls to shop. She enters & collectsthree candy bars, one package of bubble gum & four collar shirtpins with Brookdale Hospital nurse symbols on them then moseys toregister counter for payment.

She twirls, purposefully black vinyl badgewith left hand & pops, loudly bubble gum for attention testingher ingenious nurse disguise with unsuspecting night cashier.

Cashier advances to register & talks,flatly. “Good evening.”

“Hi.” Pamela greets, nicely & grins,toothy.

“Anything else.” Cashier asks.

“No.” Pamela does not shake skull in casefake hair piece falls onto register & answers, singularly.

“These items don’t have employee discount.Okay?” Cashier nods, once.

“That’s okay.” Pamela talks, meekly, chewsbubble gum.

“How you paying with your employee badge,tonight?”

“Cash.” Pamela talks, softly then pops gum.She flips back flap of backpack pulling $5.00, then sweeps itemsinto bag as clerk gives back proper change.