Dakota stood before the glossy table of Gallagher who gazed her in disappointment rather than In surprise. There was big cigarettes between his fingers and a bigger smoke within his lungs, he puffed them out, exiling them far into the air before turning his gaze back at a urine drenched Marilyn who still had a swollen face from beating she had received from Haul.
” I’m disappointed in you.” He said in a majestic expression of truth which was paramount in his eyes and In the manner he gazed at her.
” I’m sorry Gallagher. He started it.” She said in sullen tone, her head still bent to the floor as she suffered the horrors of her shameful brawl with Sacramento.
” He started it!” ” My Lord how can you stood so low to fight with a lunatic like Sacramento to the extent that you two had to exchange blows in the presence of other staffs and customers. I blame you for that.” He said and waved his head slowly to buttress his point. She was silent and had no defense for his assertion.
” I have been with Sacramento for the past ten years and not even for once had he fought with anyone till today. He is an easy going fellow partially Slanted in the brain but keeps his nose clean and does his work right. How is it that you haven’t been here for three days and you are already fighting with the staffs. Is this how you repay all the kindness I have doled on you?” He asked her and leaned forward on his desk, resting on outer portion of his palm for balance.
” It’s my fault. I should have given him his commission. I was overwhelmed by the beating from Haul that’s all. Forgive me.” She said and felt even more pity for herself. She didn’t know where she had gone wrong in life that it reduced her to it’s barest.
” It’s okay. Make sure the two of you amend your ways and for crying out loud why do you keep degrading your with monster like Haul. I believe you know all whores in my brothel including you, have signed a BDSM pact that don’t allow the laws to come after us in the case of forced sex or violence. In other words, the thing called rape doesn’t exist here neither do violence. Avoid the bastard before he takes an eye away from you.” Said Gallagher with a touch of empathy.
” I know. I will avoid him henceforth.” She said and stood there waiting for his next order.
” You can leave now. Don’t forget to give Sacramento his commission. He has bills to.” Said Gallagher with his eyes placed over wet clothes which stunk of urine.
” I will.” She sullenly said and turned, walking away with a limp on her left limb.
” An issue with the leg?” He asked, stretching forth to catch a gaze of it.
” No. Just a little bump to hipbone. I will be fine Gallagher, thank you.” She sullenly spoke as she slowly leapt away. He sat gazing at her and just when she was about to exit the door, he spoke;
” Marilyn. How’s Erica?”. She paused but didn’t bother turning amidst her wistfulness.
” Erica is fine. She’s getting on well with Dakota.” Said Marilyn in her slow sullen tone and stood there waiting for him to speak again. ” Okay that’s great, my regards to her then. I will find time to come see her.” He said, while still gazing at her. He could see she was without shoes as her feet were bruised by the side. It was difficult for him not fathom the contrasting appearance from what she looked like the first day she had drove down in her Seina to ask for his help. There was a deep silence in the room for a couple of seconds. She had been immobile and he had been silent.
” Have you tried calling Gustavo?” He muttered and sighed deeply.
” Yes. Yesterday I did. His number is jammed. It doesn’t pull through anymore.” She replied to him with her back still turned towards him.
” Oh I see. Such a cold hearted bastard. You may think you have made the wrong choice at the moment but soon you shall see that it was worth it. You saved the life of your lover and the father of your child. I know a lot of people who would trade a fortune just to have their loved one back. Your life is not Over Marilyn. Do not despair.” He said while gazing at her and eventually dusted off the cinder from his burning cigarettes.
” Yes.” She simply muttered and remained still. Her silence was deafening and it swallowed up his apathy.
” Do you hate me.” He asked and stool his elbow off the Brown glossy desk. She was silence and said nothing.
” Do you?” He asked again.
” I used to. But I don’t hate you anymore.” She answered and slowly turned towards him, her long black hair still visible moist with urine.
” It’s easy to understand that everyone hates me in Texas. Most of them still do, Why did you stop hating me?” He asked her, gazing straight into her eyes as he did.
” Cause your intentions towards me are honest.” She whispered in wistfulness as she watched him standing up on his feet.
” Oh I’m flattered. Why do you think they are?” He said slowly walking towards her as she stood resenting her own self.
” Just. It’s what I feel.” She said and bent her gaze to the floor in exhaustion.
” Are you tired.” He enquired in deep honeyed tenor while he lanced slowly with the majesty of a lion.
” Yes. Yes I’m. And I’m hurt to and I’m lonely.” She whispered to the Earth and felt her eyes turning warm with moist.
” You look so pained. Do you hate life so much?” He asked, slowly moving towards her in a cautious rush of affectation.
” I hate life but hang on just for my daughter. She doesn’t deserve what I have done to her. I’m selfish.” She sniffed and slowly cleaned her tears while gazing to the black tiles like they held a lasting answer to her predicament.
” You aren’t selfish. You gave it all to save her future. The only selfish one is Gustavo.” He said and placed his palms on her shoulders causing her to slowly raise her head and gazed him into the eye. ” Come, you need a wash.” He said and slid his right hand to her wrist before turning and towing her to his bathroom. It was obvious that he didn’t care about the fact that she was soaked in Urine, she followed his lead watching him move in somewhat of a slow motion as he towed her to bathroom with nothing short of care in his clutch.
” She stood in bathroom and watched him turn on the shower and just chose to remain still while he did his thing.
” Aren’t you taking of those clothes or the you like the smell of Haul so much?” He asked in sotto voce of ease.
” Sure.” She said and took of her shirt before pulling down her skimpy red shirt. It was all it took to leave her in the nude.
” Perfect. Put those clothing in the bin.” He said, signaling her with his hands.
” I won’t walk back naked would I?” She asked with a dismissive Sense of apathy.
” You won’t. You will be going back to your room with my shirt. It’s more modest than these two articles of clothing put together.” He said brought his hands under the tap till the waters pelted over it. ” A perfect warm water to ease the pain in your bones. Come over here.” He said and watched her drop dropping the moist clothes in the black bin. She was still sullen as she stepped into the tub and under the warm shower, allowing the water to drench through her hair, down her scalp and over whole body. It was healing that she closed her eyes to service the peace it brought with it. She was still meditating through the suiting Waters when she felt a soft object over face. She knew it was soap as even though his palms were surprisingly soft, it never could have smelled of anything better than burnt tobacco. She moaned softly as the slimy solid travelled across her face, down her neck, across her chest and paused at her slimy region.
” Does go there.” He asked in a soft courtesy.
” Yes, but only with the fragments on your hands. The bar don’t go there.” She said, still sounding sullen as she spoke.
” Oh I get.” He silvered, letting the rose flavored soap slid away, leaving its imprints on his palm. ” A perfect quantity indeed.” He entoned and gently placed his hands over her crotch, it was a familiar terrain and it didn’t feel like a new adventure until she flinched with a moan of restlessness, subconsciously spreading her legs apart to give him space. She felt his warm palm washing her clean from outside to inside and the effects were felt most on her knees which kept trembling as she moaned softly. Indeed he was giving her the cleaning and yearned for as her closed eyes breamed off the lost tears of satiation.
” I’m doing well right?” He honeyed causing her to nod quickly in affirmation. It encouraged him to do more. As he kept on the tempo eventually increasing it to meet the demands of her body. In no time, he was holding her from falling as she panted vigorously from aftermaths of her orgasmic fulfilments.
” Let’s finish up this bath. It’s time to wash your feet’s.” He honeyed and smiled while she caught her breath. She. Was contented to retire home for the night, but “was he?” She asked herself after catching the sight of the bogus bump in the crotch of his trousers. It was action time.